Noah
I watched the trailer four times before I let myself believe what I was seeing.
The footage was grainy in places, clearly shot from a distance with something other than the professional equipment the crew usually used, spliced together with the polished clips they'd captured legitimately over the past week. There was a shot of me at my studio, the door cracked open just enough to catch me painting alone, something I'd never once given permission for anyone to film. There was a clip of Keira and Mason walking out of her dorm building early one morning, timestamped from a night none of us had known was being recorded. There was even a few seconds of the six of us gathered in the greenroom after the Damien interview, private conversation captured from an angle no authorized camera had
