Yañez, would rough out a preliminary cut as they went along, which would save time and money in post-production.
Before bedtime, she studied the next day's shooting schedule to decide if she wanted to go with the angles and shots she'd planned, or if her thinking had changed. It was essential to show up on the set completely prepared, because an indecisive director wasted time and undermined the confidence of cast and crew.
Her cell phone rang. She groaned. Not opening her eyes, she flipped the phone open. "Yes?"
It was Marcus Gordon. "How are things going, Raine?"
"Pretty well." Most of the calls she received increased her stress level, but talking to Marcus usually relaxed her. Now his imperturbable good sense soothed the disturbance in her psyche produced by Kenzie. "We're on schedule, and the film we're getting is first-rate. Greg Marino is doing a great job as director of cinematography. He's getting exactly the look I want—beautiful but desolate. A long, long way from Randall's idea of civilization."
"You must be doing something right, since the biggest part of your job is inspiring the rest of the crew to do their best work. How about Sharif?"
"Amazing. He has so much charisma that he'd blow anyone less than Kenzie off the screen."
"That good? I can't wait to see this movie. Speaking of which, I'm flying in tomorrow night for a couple of days."
Her eyes snapped open. "Is that necessary? An executive producer usually has better things to do than hang around a set."
"One of the conditions for getting the money was that I keep close tabs on what you're doing. Investors are a skittish lot, especially with a first-time director."
Especially with a first-time female director, though Marcus was too polite to say that. "I look forward to seeing you. Is Naomi coming?"
"Not this time, but she hopes to visit during the English location shooting."
Rainey finished the call, glad Val would be arriving in a few hours. It had taken several days for her to arrange a leave of absence, and Rainey's temporary assistant had a lot to learn. Val did also, but Rainey had infinite faith in her friend's organizational skills, and her ability to master a job quickly.
The phone ran again. "Hello?" This time it was Virginia Marlowe.
Rainey sat up guiltily. She and her grandmother had talked after Darrell Jackson examined her grandfather's medical files and decided that he might be able to repair the aneurysm, but Rainey had been so busy she'd forgotten that this was the day of the surgery. "Hello, Gram. How did the operation go?"
"Very well. They say your grandfather's prognosis is excellent."
Rainey was surprised at the amount of relief she felt. "That's wonderful!"
Virginia cleared her throat. "Our family doctor told me that Dr. Jackson managed a miracle. Thank you, Rainey. If not for you..."
She blinked, unable to remember another occasion when her grandmother had used her nickname. "The credit goes to Darrell and his willingness to attempt such a risky procedure. I just happened to know him."
"He told me how you met and how much time you spent with his mother before she died. You... you have a generous spirit, Rainey. Like Clementine."
The few times in the past that Rainey had been compared to her mother, the intent had not been flattering. "I owe you whatever help you might need. After all, you two raised me, and taught me a lot of things worth knowing, like the value of hard work and honesty." She hesitated. "People in my business are wildly overpaid. If you want a larger house, or a different car, or a cruise around the world, I'd love to give it to you."
"We don't need your money," Virginia said with her usual tartness. Her voice turned uncertain. "But maybe when you're through with this movie of yours, if you have time to stop in Baltimore for a visit, we... William and I would both like to see you."
Rainey swallowed hard. "I'll be there. It will be a couple of months or so, but I'd love to come under less
Before bedtime, she studied the next day's shooting schedule to decide if she wanted to go with the angles and shots she'd planned, or if her thinking had changed. It was essential to show up on the set completely prepared, because an indecisive director wasted time and undermined the confidence of cast and crew.
Her cell phone rang. She groaned. Not opening her eyes, she flipped the phone open. "Yes?"
It was Marcus Gordon. "How are things going, Raine?"
"Pretty well." Most of the calls she received increased her stress level, but talking to Marcus usually relaxed her. Now his imperturbable good sense soothed the disturbance in her psyche produced by Kenzie. "We're on schedule, and the film we're getting is first-rate. Greg Marino is doing a great job as director of cinematography. He's getting exactly the look I want—beautiful but desolate. A long, long way from Randall's idea of civilization."
"You must be doing something right, since the biggest part of your job is inspiring the rest of the crew to do their best work. How about Sharif?"
"Amazing. He has so much charisma that he'd blow anyone less than Kenzie off the screen."
"That good? I can't wait to see this movie. Speaking of which, I'm flying in tomorrow night for a couple of days."
Her eyes snapped open. "Is that necessary? An executive producer usually has better things to do than hang around a set."
"One of the conditions for getting the money was that I keep close tabs on what you're doing. Investors are a skittish lot, especially with a first-time director."
Especially with a first-time female director, though Marcus was too polite to say that. "I look forward to seeing you. Is Naomi coming?"
"Not this time, but she hopes to visit during the English location shooting."
Rainey finished the call, glad Val would be arriving in a few hours. It had taken several days for her to arrange a leave of absence, and Rainey's temporary assistant had a lot to learn. Val did also, but Rainey had infinite faith in her friend's organizational skills, and her ability to master a job quickly.
The phone ran again. "Hello?" This time it was Virginia Marlowe.
Rainey sat up guiltily. She and her grandmother had talked after Darrell Jackson examined her grandfather's medical files and decided that he might be able to repair the aneurysm, but Rainey had been so busy she'd forgotten that this was the day of the surgery. "Hello, Gram. How did the operation go?"
"Very well. They say your grandfather's prognosis is excellent."
Rainey was surprised at the amount of relief she felt. "That's wonderful!"
Virginia cleared her throat. "Our family doctor told me that Dr. Jackson managed a miracle. Thank you, Rainey. If not for you..."
She blinked, unable to remember another occasion when her grandmother had used her nickname. "The credit goes to Darrell and his willingness to attempt such a risky procedure. I just happened to know him."
"He told me how you met and how much time you spent with his mother before she died. You... you have a generous spirit, Rainey. Like Clementine."
The few times in the past that Rainey had been compared to her mother, the intent had not been flattering. "I owe you whatever help you might need. After all, you two raised me, and taught me a lot of things worth knowing, like the value of hard work and honesty." She hesitated. "People in my business are wildly overpaid. If you want a larger house, or a different car, or a cruise around the world, I'd love to give it to you."
"We don't need your money," Virginia said with her usual tartness. Her voice turned uncertain. "But maybe when you're through with this movie of yours, if you have time to stop in Baltimore for a visit, we... William and I would both like to see you."
Rainey swallowed hard. "I'll be there. It will be a couple of months or so, but I'd love to come under less
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