He stood where he was supposed to be, unsure what to do next, but knowing his name was going to be called out soon. He watched his surroundings with keen interest. The actors on set were performing a Q&A for the magazine 'InStyle'. The lighting and set up fascinated Matt, to him everything was the real deal in terms of the film world. His eyes were consumed with 'new' and the professional crew all doing there jobs. Eventually his name was called to gather more water for the cast in between a take. He darted off to the kitchen. Thirty seconds later he arrived back on the set with the trey of waters, holding them carefully hoping he was doing a good job. The cast said their 'thank yous' most of the crew did too, except a few - the pricks. As Matt walked away to a safe station to set the trey down, he turned back, not angry with the rude crew members, but accepting it and more importantly he just wanted to do the best he could.
The set had changed to a new scene. One of the actors was presenting clothes which were layed out on a rack. Matt was standing, he wanted to sit because he was tired after helping the lighting people with all their tasks. He felt he had done a good job, although he didn't have a clue what any of the lighting equipment meant. He knew he was learning as he was going and did whatever was asked of him. The studio was large, one of the most well known in the UK, nestling on London's Southbank. Matt was pleased he was there, he felt he did well - successfully becoming an intern. His name was called to remove items from the set, so he got moving. When the set was clear, he went to his usual, on hand, standing position. But not for long because his name was called again. Alice, the production manager, told him to get cracking on lunch and Matt listened to his instructions. In Matt's eyes, Alice was pretty hot; her completely straight long black hair and had a rocker vibe to her which Matt assumed in Alice's own time she was one of those dedicated Dalston junkie chicks. She was also a good production manager and had the driven single minded qualities which is needed to fit that role.
Matt put on his jacket and put the company's expenses card in his pocket. He trotted out of the studio and on his way up the road, passing all the staff and client cars in the car park. He wasn't a driver yet, but he didn't mind, he had just come out of film school and never really needed one. Now he was an intern, public transport would be alright for now he thought because most of his work would be based in or around London. He arrived at Pret a Manger, the familiar employees knew who he was. Matt kind of liked this part of his routine because some of the European ladies who worked there were striking. He waited while they plated up his orders, this was also routine; the workers pulling out these enormous trey's to stack all the sandwiches on it. Versace usually served him and she was this day. It was her olive, spotless skin which got Matt. Her name too and she weren't even a guy. Matt watched her, he thought he shouldn't because he had a girlfriend, but his male brain told him it was in his nature to look, so he continued too.
Everything was stacked in his hands, from a point of view Matt looked like a human carrier. Customers noticed him and felt slightly concerned if he could manage the stacks in his hands. He was given the expenses card back to him from Versace whom said "have a nice day Matt". The other employee's put a couple of freebie bags of croissants on top of the stack as a treat for his good business and Matt left the shop, someone helped him by opening the door. Matt got a little pissed as he steadied himself down the road, the human carrier, because he felt he could use some help with the lunch run. He felt the production company didn't really think about that, instead they just left him to get on with it. They didn't even raise the concern. But Matt kept on his way anyway.
Back at the set, the cast and crew were happy as pigs in shit now they got their feeding, sitting around and relaxed, taking a break and tucking into their little assortments. Matt was ready to remove his sandwich, the chicken club - he liked that one. Until his name was called again by Alice who asked him to make a start on teas and coffees for lunch. Matt wanted to eat, he felt he earn't the right too like everyone else, but at the same time didn't want to seem like he was making any mistakes, so he took his sandwich and his banana cake he cheekily added to the expense card to the kitchen. He was washing cups, boiling the kettle and then preparing the tea and coffee's whilst he ate his lunch. He felt lonely in that room because everyone else was having normal down time and there he was still working for them. Each cup in front of him seemed like ten cups, the sight of them started to get his blood boiling, but he calmed his nerves.
Back in the studio, he handed out his teas and coffees and got his usual "thank you's" that had no meaning, instead they became like programmed responses. But Matt kept his chin up because he had a good quality for keeping his eye on the prize - to get paid work and meaningful roles with progression. Finally he placed the trey to the side and was able to sit down and snack on one of the free croissants he was given, until Alice called his name again and told him to start clearing up all the mess around the set. Matt took a couple of quick bites of his croissant and did as he was told.
It was a TV advert shoot and the location was way out in West London somewhere. Matt was standing outside of the house (the location) excited, he had never filmed an advert before, so he was anticipating his day. But before he could mingle in with the cast and most of the crew who were standing outside of the house, his name was called by the floor runner to help unload the truck to his far right. The truck stretched and when the shutter pulled up, mountains of equipment stood in sight. Matt started unloading it. His friend Dean, a blonde haired twenty year old like Matt, was another runner. He had a sharp eye for detail also like Matt, eyes with a vision. Matt liked working with Dean. As they were almost done unloading the van they got into conversation about film ideas they had for their futures. Matt enjoyed this because he felt like he connected with Dean, they understood each other - both working for no money but hoping of a brighter future eventually, like the slaves in a way.
As usual Matt had his hands full with the breakfast run, but he was grateful Dean was to his side helping him. When the shoots got larger, Matt usually had his helping hands, Dean's was his favorite. Inside the house, the set was halfway dressed, lighting and equipment was everywhere. Matt and Dean went to the famous cast and handed them their specific breakfast. They were handed back bottles of water to refill, which they did. It made Matt slightly giggle to see the names of the cast on their own water bottle. When he gave it back to them he kind of thought it was a joke, anal and had the thought of swapping their sausage sandwiches with chilli chorizo that was left from another shoot. But thought maybe not because he would have to go all the way back to the cafe again to change the order.
About two minutes before shooting, Alice told Matt to be on guard at the front door of the house to make sure noise was kept quiet from the public passing by. Matt went to his spot and waited. It only took half an hour for him to get bored as it was just him there. He was on the verge of getting out his Iphone to Internet surf, but stopped himself, not wanting to get caught and come across as a set lightweight. That's when noise occurred outside from two obese ladies stuffing themselves with Greggs and yelling about the program Benefits Street. The next yelling came from the floor manager directly at Matt and Matt felt embarrassed. The floor manager told him to go outside and to stay outside and do his job. Matt was pushed out and the front door shut. He felt even more embarrassed, almost a joke and knew he had respect to gain back. However as the next half hour drew on, which turned to an hour and then hours, Matt felt the loneliest he ever felt on a film set, at work, or in his life in general. He felt like knocking on the door, but didn't in case he would annoy the set. So he stayed where he was keeping an eye on the noise, and felt worthless and undervalued as the time ticked by. It started raining and he was getting soaked. It took him twenty minutes to build up the confidence to knock on the door, their was no sound and Matt was starting to get drenched, fearing soon he'd catch an awful cold.
It was coming to the end of his day, Matt was finalizing paperwork on a computer in the editing suite at the production company. He kept looking at his watch and it said 10.45pm. He was excited because it was his girlfriends birthday and he was looking forward to giving her his gift when he got home, as she was leaving the following morning for a holiday with her parents. Matt was also extremely exhausted, it was 14-16 hour days for the past week, because the current project was a demanding one. That's when Andy entered and plonked more paperwork next to Matt and Matt's ultimate nightmare of given more work to do seemed like it was going to happen. Andy stood tall with these piercing beady little eyes through his glasses which stuck too close to his face. Andy was the boss of the whole production company, the owner. He said to Matt to complete the papers before he went home, so Matt knew it was going to be a long one. Then Andy suggested Matt to "crash" at the studio as other members of staff were because of the demands of the shoot. A nudge inside Matt felt different, bolder, it told him to finally say no. He did his best and told Andy about his girlfriends situation and Andy replied his role within the company was more important, and that was that, Andy left, leaving Matt in the editing suite, alone, to make up his mind.
Matt was angry at himself for not being stronger to say no from the start, then maybe people would stop taking advantage of him. He banged his hand on the desk and felt tired and upset. He texted his girlfriend, sadly, and told her the situation. She replied saying not to worry and that she loved him anyway and would talk via Facebook while she on holiday. Matt said he was sorry again and told her he loved her too. His position as an intern had become a joke he thought, Andy hadn't even offered him a job as he promised he would after one year and Matt had been there for a year. When he did raise the issue, Andy dismissed it and said he'll get straight back to him about it, but never did. Matt felt used, a busy fool doing things for others with no purpose of it's own, and now he had to be stuck in this fucking editing suite till the next morning, missing his girlfriend and the gift he bought her.
He got on with his work anyway, hoping things would change somehow soon. Then he woke up and realized it was morning - he had fell asleep through the night. Then totally unexpectedly, Dean had messaged him saying his production company are looking for interns to be paid. Matt couldn't believe it.