Production Set for The Fast & The Furious 8 - B roll
Southern California
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Evan's hands tightened on the wheel, as he sped along the narrow stretch of road. His hands were safely at ten and two, but he was driving at speeds that showcased a reckless disregard for local traffic ordinances. He was coming up very quickly on the school bus ahead of him.
"Mark one."
Evan yanks sharply on the wheel, swerving left to avoid the cart that suddenly rolled into the street ahead of him. Driving into incoming traffic, he popped the clutch, shifted and then redlined his engine as he gained yet more speed trying to overtake the school bus. The oncoming SUV just added that little bit of excitement, it's horn blaring wildly as he powered towards it.
"Mark two."
Another pull on the wheel, and Eva slid back into the right lane, just ahead of the school bus, avoiding the SUV's front bumper by a matter of inches. Well, really a couple of feet, but from certain camera angles it would look a lot closer.
"Cut. We had a problem with some of the lighting, we're gonna reset and take it again from the top in fifteen."
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"I don't get it, Evan."
Evan looked over at Mike as they got the car back to Mark zero for another take. He could tell by the self-satisfied grin on the grip's face that he didn't want to ask the obvious question. But Mike was a good buddy, and sometimes you had to play the straight man for your friends, even at your own expense. That's just part of being a friend.
"What don't you get, Mike?"
"I don't get how you can drive straight towards an oncoming car like that without flinching ..."
Evan waved a hand dismissively,
"It's not that dangerous, it's all measured and metered and ..."
Mike pushed on, ignoring Evan's interjection.
"I don't get how you can drive straight towards an oncoming car like that without flinching, but still can't work up the courage to ask out Debbie (Who Works in Craft Services)." You could actually hear the parentheses in his voice.
Evan groaned and wished for the thousandth time that he'd never mentioned his crush to Mike.
"Can you please stop calling her that? She has a last name ... I just don't know what it is."
"Uh huh, and you never will, because you don't have the balls to even go TALK to her."
Evan looked around, desperate for an exit from this conversation, and was saved by the appearance of the director's assistant.
"Hey Mike, what's so funny?"
"Evan's crush on Debbie."
"Debbie? Who works in Craft Services?"
Mike collapsed in a fit of giggles, while Evan just buried his face in his hands. But after a moment, he looked up and over to the table where the selfsame Debbie was currently laying out little sandwiches for the crew. She tucked an errant strand of hair behind one ear, and flashed a sweet smile at something someone said to her, and Evan's heart clutched in his chest.
Evan stepped out into the street (or recreation of a street), and smiled a confident grin he didn't really feel.
"Alright, fine. I'm going to go talk to her. What's the worst that could happen?"
That, of course, is the moment all Hell broke loose. Literally.[/section]