Take One by Karen Kingsbury Page B

This would’ve been the beginning of an adversarial relationship, and everyone on the set would’ve suffered
     as a result. Instead, she’d actually apologized. This is a mission field, too, isn’t it God? But is it always going to be this difficult?
    My son, consider it pure joy whenever you face trials of many kinds. For you know that the testing of your faith develops
     perseverance …
    The answer was a quiet whisper, one that danced in the breeze and soothed his soul. He would’ve preferred some kind of assurance
     that the filming could only get easier from here, but he had a better promise instead. One that was tried and true, straight
     from the Bible.
    He stepped up onto the curb and walked up to the house, but again nothing was being shot. He’d been gone forty minutes, so
     he could only hope they’d finished at least one of the two scenes with Jake Olson. The electricians hovered over a section
     of wires off to the right side of the house, and Chase appeared to be deep in conversation with the director of photography
     and the assistant director.
    Keith stopped a grip along the way. “What’s going on?”
    “Cameras aren’t getting power.” He motioned to the group working on the side of the house. “Took awhile, but they finally
     figured out where the problem was. Looks like a cat chewed through a handful of wires.”
    For a long moment, Keith stared at the guy as if maybe the man might laugh out loud and admit he was only kidding. Certainly
     this sort of trouble wasn’t a normal part of shooting on location. At least it hadn’t been for the smaller projects Keith
     had worked on. He thanked the guy and went to Chase, who confirmed the trouble and the fact that the damage had been done
     by a cat.
    “We patched the wires and the cameras are working again. But the cord to the main light is damaged in several areas.” Chase
     raked his fingers through his hair and shook his head. “The university doesn’t have one that big, so I have one coming from
     Indianapolis. It’ll be here in an hour.”
    Keith allowed the news to fully register. Then once more he took the clipboard from Chase and scrutinized the scene list.
     “Ask the DP if we can use two smaller lights and get a few outdoor scenes shot. There are three here that we can work on.
     One of them doesn’t include Rita. Let’s start there.”
    By the time they broke for dinner at five, they had captured just five of the eight scenes slated for day one. Keith wanted
     to lock himself in the trailer and cry out to God, because this pace would never do. They would have to add another three
     weeks to their film schedule if they crawled along at this rate. Chase seemed discouraged too, but they wouldn’t have time
     to talk until they were back at the hotel. He longed for Wednesday, when Lisa would be here and he’d have her arms to look
     forward to at the end of a day like this.
    He was climbing into his car, leaving for the day, when he practically heard an audible reminder of the verse from earlier. Consider it pure joy whenever you face trials of many kinds … He stopped and braced himself against his car. Pure joy … had day one on the set been so bad that he could forget what God was clearly trying to tell him? Ministry of any kind came
     at a price, and trials were part of the cost. He filled his lungs with fresh air and did one more walk around the base camp,
     thanking whatever cast and crew were still around and assuring them that tomorrow would be better for everyone.
    “You guys are really different,” one of the grips told him when Keith was almost finished making his final rounds. “We’re
     not on the same team, you and us.” He removed his baseball cap and scratched his head. “But you and Chase, you’re different.
     It’s like you really care, you know? Ain’t never seen anything like it.”
    “Thanks.” Keith grinned at the guy. “And you’re wrong. No matter what the union reps say, as long as we’re