St Mary's Academy Series Box Set 2 by Seven Steps

Author:Seven Steps [Steps, Seven]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Seven Steps Publishing
Published: 2019-02-11T23:00:00+00:00

Ten minutes and two sore toes from kicking a trash can later, I walked into the St. Mary’s Academy Digital Media Program, or as we liked to call it, film club.

Back in September, Mr. Walters had showed us an independent studio’s version of The Odyssey. Now we, as a club, were tasked with making our own thirty-minute short inspired by the film, and I had been elected cinematographer. It was a good job for me, since I brought my camera everywhere, but of course, like every other person in this industry, what I really wanted to do was direct.

I shuffled into the classroom—half in pain, half in annoyance—and was immediately greeted by Mr. Walters’ irked gaze. Though his eyes moved, his body did not. He remained reclined at his desk, script in hand, feet stretched out in front of him as if he were in a poolside lounge chair drinking a mojito instead of supervising a classroom.

“Miss Kotopuli, thanks for fitting us into your busy schedule. We’re honored to be counted worthy of your very precious time.”

I rolled my eyes. “Sorry. I was dealing with a snake problem.”

Mr. Walters rolled his eyes the same way I had, giving my sass right back to me. It was one of the reasons I liked him to so much.

“Well, let’s hope you took a picture of it, Madame Cinematographer. Did you do your assignment?”

“Yes.”

“Great. Let’s see it.”

My Clay-inspired irritation disappeared as I smiled and held up my camera.

Mr. Walters was one of those cool teachers who would definitely fit into my friend group if he were forty years younger. He was funny and witty and just a little bit out there. I could tell he was a former theater geek. It was written all over his thin body and Errol Flynn moustache, but the dead giveaway was his ever-present ascots.

Mr. Walters sat up as I angled my camera and showed him the sites I’d picked out the previous weekend for our film. As cinematographer, one of my jobs was to scout out possible shooting locations. I showed him a couple of shoreline shots that looked slightly like coastal Greece, as well as houses that had the Grecian vibe we were looking for. When he came to the last picture, he sat back and rubbed his chin.

“I don’t know. Those coasts are too rocky, nothing Grecian about them. And the houses all have such a modern feel. We need something that looks more…I don’t know…ancient, something with a wide, open living area and Grecian columns, I think.”

“I know. I’m still looking for the perfect spot, but it’s hard to find anything locally. There’s a spot in Rhode Island that I really liked, but it’s not in our travel budget.”

“Show me.”

What was the point? Even if he liked it, we couldn’t afford to go.

I sighed and pulled my phone from my pocket. I scrolled through my saved pictures before finding the right one and showing it to him: Mohegan Bluffs. Its grassy coast, blue sea, and rolling green hills were perfect for our shoot.

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