Commercial Shoot (4)

Clank—.

As the heavy iron door opened, a world utterly unlike the modest exterior unfolded before us.

“Woooow…”

“It’s huuuge!”

The ceiling was so high it seemed to reach the sky.

At least five times Dad’s height, steel beams crisscrossed overhead like a spiderweb, with enormous lights hanging from every one.

One wall of the studio.

Where the wall met the floor, the corner curved smoothly, creating a vast white space with no visible boundary between wall and floor.

“Dad, what’s that white wall?”

“That’s called a cyclorama. Its rounded corners make the white background look like it goes on forever when you film it.”...