For those of you who don’t know, I have about a gazillion siblings. Nine of them have formed a choir, and they are aptly called Somos Elias. You can watch their videos on Youtube by looking up the channel misshannahofficial.
They upload covers of popular Christian songs and these are done in our living room (which yours truly usually ends up recording on our phone camera… one word: OW). However! This time around, we had an actual film crew come in to professionally film their first real music video!
Weeks were spent deciding on location spots. The film director (aka: Kevin, an incredibly awesome human) spent a day or two driving around the island with my sister, looking at beaches and checking out mountain-terrain spots. In a turn of sudden events, a friend offered her parents’ lake-house as a possible site: Kevin checked it out and bam! Location was a go.
At the last possible minute, I was recruited to be the One-Woman Cooking Show. This means that while the kids were off sitting around campfires crooning their little hearts out, I was up at the house, frantically banging pots and pans around and over-salting absolutely everything.
We woke up at four in the morning on Tuesday to begin packing up the cars and getting ready. (We squeezed 16 people’s luggage into the trunks of three cars and tied all of our extra bedding to the roof of one of the cars; somehow, the guys managed to fit five huge logs into their trunks as well as three days’ worth of groceries in there, although I have no idea how.) We bundled in the cars and off we went. Two and a half hours later, we reached our destination
I’m sure that somewhere in the hidden by-laws of the Blogosphere, posting pictures of other people’s houses is frowned upon. Thus, I will only give you the above-shown glimpse of the property.
The boys jumped right into the pool upon our arrival with no qualms.
While the crew went off to set up the sites, I got to cooking. Our (very funny, friendly, hospitable) hostess graciously volunteered to help me and I gratefully passed the buck of making ten cups of rice to her.
The day was spent exploring and getting to know our hosts and preparing for the next day of filming.
The next morning, I woke up to roosters crowing (a sound I loathe, by the way) and was stunned by the glorious sight of the morning sun on the lake.
The kids were trussed up and sent off for their first shoot, which took place on the river.
Meanwhile, if anybody cares what I was doing at the time, I was making enough mashed potatoes to feed a small army. They were the kind that comes out of a box. Despite the fact that I’d never made them before, you’d think following the very simple instructions on the back of the box would be pretty fool-proof. Nope. I still managed to miscalculate an entire box of the stuff and it came out so over-salted, the kids dumped barbecue sauce on it just to mask the taste. #Fail
That evening, the kids went for their second shoot: the campfire scene.
Certain of the kids were selected for close-ups and off they went to sit on pretty little cliffs and wander picket-fenced lanes.
That night, I was finally able to go along to check out the filming process! That was an adventure in itself. The fire was set up, the logs arranged, and I hung on the outskirts wearing one of my brothers’ sweatshirts and an ancient pair of converse, taking scenic pictures of the lake (which looked ethereal in the fading light of the day).
As the night dragged on, I sat uncomfortably on an upturned log and fidgeted. This filming business was no joke. Scenes were shot over and over again. The fire was a little drama all of itself. It refused to catch and burn – the guys kept pouring lighter fluid over it to keep it going – it eventually sustained itself and proceeded to burn for seven long hours. Light faded and then the woods were pitch black.
I was amazed at my siblings’ endurance. They did exactly as they were told and didn’t complain. We had nowhere to sit in between shots except for on the one garbage bag which we’d brought for the guitar and a couple of logs. By the time 9:30 rolled around, two of my brothers were asleep on said garbage bag and I was seriously contemplating joining them.
They didn’t finish until midnight.
We blearily picked up our trash and supplies and stumbled to the cars. Once back at the lake-house, we crashed into bed and slept somewhat soundly till morning.
Our last day at the house was spent packing and cleaning up. We said goodbye to half of the crew who had to return to work and started putting the house back together. But, the fun wasn’t over yet. Our host wanted to take us on a tour of the lake in his boat. I’ve never been on a boat in a lake before, so it was a first for me.
I loved it.
Rainclouds showed up halfway through and had us absolutely soaked, but it was still a blast. Our host showed us all the properties and farmhouses, pointed out the crops of coffee, and even drove (?) us past the campfire spot where we had filmed the night before (we could still smell the smoke).
It was the perfect finish to our epic filming adventure.
Points for cheesy narration, eh? 😉
That’s a wrap!