This was supposed to be your day off. You were muttering to yourself as you hauled yourself out of bed and into the shower. Honestly, you'd been expecting it, Jesse had been sick all day yesterday and you were the only other person she trusted with her equipment. It would be time and a half and you needed the money.
At least it wasn't another wedding.
This was day two of the press junket, and why the studio had decided to hold it in the middle of nowhere was completely beyond you but you were thankful for the opportunity to do something new. Jesse's studio always did the local weddings, Quinceaneras, Bar Mitzvahs, whatever celebration was going on in town, and while you enjoyed your work, it was getting old to be constantly at other people's parties. All you were required to do today was point the camera at a person while they talked and make sure every person interviewing them got their footage. Piece of cake.
Or so you thought.
Setup was flawless, your partner Kirby aimed his camera at the reporter's chair and you aimed yours where the 'talent' was going to sit. A table of snacks was brought in and people wandered in and out setting up backdrops and carrying bags of makeup, hair supplies and changes of clothing. You were actually kind of excited to see who you were going to get. A Christopher Nolan movie was a huge deal and as a fan, you knew he liked to reuse actors. Somewhere in the building Tom Hardy and Cillian Murphy were wandering around and the thought of maybe meeting them was something you were definitely looking forward to.
A woman walked in, nose in the air, looking around disdainfully and your heart sank a little. The actress was not one of your favorites, even though she was talented. There was just something about the woman that you didn't like. Your dislike was reinforced within a couple of minutes as she started ordering people around and zeroed in on you as the person who would be shooting her.
"Are you even old enough to know what you're doing?"
"I've been doing this for six years."
The woman's eyes rolled. Your hackles rose. "Why do they always stick me with the incompetents? Just make sure you only shoot with an emphasis on the left side of my face, and I want final approval on all the footage."
"You can go get yourself fucked." you muttered under your breath as she turned on her heel and walked away. "Bitch."
You were still muttering to yourself at the snack table, making some tea when you felt someone come up beside you.
"Tha' tea any good or is tha cheap shite?"
"It's pretty decent, thought probably not as good as you're used to." you replied automatically.
You turned to smile at the newcomer, eyes going wide as you came face to face with your absolute favorite of Nolan's actors.
"Hi, I'm Jack." he was grinning at you, scratching his nails through his beard.
Your heart leapt into your throat.
"Y/N."
He held out a hand and you took it, your own shaking as his fingers wrapped around yours. He had a firm grip and your knees started to buckle as he held on a little longer than politeness required.
"Are ye gonna be filmin us?"
"I am, any special requests? Do I only shoot you from the neck up or something like that?"
"Ah, I see ye already met Layla, sorry 'bout tha."
"Is she always so pleasant?"
"Only on a good day."
He had finished making his tea, walking with you to where the interviews would take place.
"Which camera are ye gonna be behind?"
