Look around, you know somebody, don't you? We're all producers, filmmakers, we're all stars at Sundance! A group of buskers stands at a corner - "Everyone has cameras," they sing. No one gives them any money.
At the New Frontier, we all know somebody. The blue walls absorb us.
In the street, we all know somebody. There are too many lights.
"Producers!" We shout, glancing furtively around the corner. "We're producers!"
Don't tell me you don't know me.
Created: Jan 21, 2010Document Media