Chapter 20

I traded a glance with my lead cameraman. John and I looked over at the props department at the same time. The laughter died out as the rest of the crew watched us. I thought about fake fur…tiger stripes…and bronze skin.

“Perfect,” I bellowed. Across the room, J.T. flinched at the volume, nearly dropping the boom mike he’d hefted. Then, I was moving, striding across the room, snapping commands right and left. I like watching the crew scramble to do my bidding.

“Get me that tiger suit from the football video. John, I want a new angle for this—show me something different. Lighting, give me golden sunlight streaming in from the gymnasium windows. Play up his coloring. Make me feel the fur under my hands. Sound, give me all you’ve got.”