Chapter 9
Leo
That night at dinner, I gave Honoré a tip. “We can get the camera stuff done first, while we pretend to eat, then when they’ve gotten some footage, we can really eat our meal.”
“Without mics and cameras?”
I nodded.
“But this morning—we really ate our food on camera. Was that bad?”
She looked horrified.
“No. Sometimes there’s not time for both, like this morning. But after the day we’ve had—I think we can get the work part out of the way so we can relax.”
She looked around at the many crew members who had followed us to a private dining room at a local Egyptian restaurant. Lighting, camera, and makeup crews were all present, along with an assistant producer to make notes for things we might want to discuss in our “confessionals” when we spoke directly to the camera and
