My footsteps echoed quietly against the cement floors of the warehouse sort
of room I was in. Cameras and other contraptions cluttered different areas.
I stopped walking and took a deep breath. The only thing I could hear was
my steady breathing. I was alone.
I am, or was on a field trip with my class. We had arrived to Toronto by bus this morning, sort of like a behind the scenes tour of some sort. Just to explain how camera's worked, lighting, and etc. I, of course, was not fairly interested. We had a young tour guide, with messy red hair and a face filled with zits. When he answered questions that were brought to his attention, it always had the word 'stuff' in it. With such a variable in a sentence, half the things weren't even explained. So when I saw the door to this warehouse, that said 'Please Do Not Enter, unless for Filming.' I had to ask what it was for. Surely he wouldn't be able to say a sentence on the lines of 'It's a show called stuff.'
"They film a show there." He had answered with pride. I think that was the only thing he knew.
"What show?" I egged him on. My teacher looked at me and rolled her eyes. She didn't like nosey kids.
"Uh...." The tour guide scratched his red hair. "It's called Radio Free, I think...."
When I heard that name I almost exploded with excitement. Radio Free Roscoe! He had called it Radio Free, though. I shrugged it off, simple mistake. My parents did it all the time. I looked around at my class's reaction. No one was at all interested, considering I was the only on that watched it, and the only one that knew about it out of my grade. Their loss.
I waited until the tour guide had led of my class to bore them some more and I entered through the doorway.
That's where I was now, on the set of the show: Radio Free Roscoe. Taking in the view around me I walked around, as quietly as I could through the sets, being careful not to trip on any wires that snaked across the floor. Clutching my digital camera in my hand I gaped as I looked around. The high school was in pieces everywhere. Some of the hallway set was on the right, some on the left. A class room set was near a wall, next to the hallway. Then good ole Mr. Waller's office set was near the Cougar Radio set. It was like a giant jigsaw puzzle. Each room and set had its own set of cameras. I even spotted a part of Mickey's set farther down in the room.
Being in awe by all this I continued venturing through. I reached a familiar hallway with 'the stairs' at the end. It was filled with lockers along the wall, just like in the show. It was weird to walk down that hallway. I held the camera up to take a picture of the stairs, just for fun. It was in a closed set, so no one would see the flash if they walked in the warehouse. I clicked the camera and got the shot.
I felt like the click echoed through the whole warehouse. I stood my guard for a few seconds, not making a sound. When the coast was clear I started to breath freely again. While examining the hallway, I took a lock that was on a locker and pulled at it with curiosity. It automatically opened, without a combination.
"TV magic...." I said quietly with a smile. I was about to open it up to see what was inside, but then something stopped me.
"Oh yeah, we better check up on that...."
I shot my head up at the sound of someone's voice. Surely it was a staff worker. I stiffened my posture, and listened. The footsteps were coming nearer and nearer to the set I was in. Another voice answered, but I couldn't make out what he said. Oh no, there was two of them.
Thinking quickly I looked around. I had to hide somewhere. I was not supposed to be in here.The locker! I opened the locker that I had almost opened before, just to find it filled with boxes: a storage locker. I quickly ran to the next long one and opened it. I turned by head to glance around the hall to make sure no one was there. Without looking inside I backed into, pulling my back pack along with me, and closed it shut.
Being safe inside the locker, I tried to calm down my fast past breathing and my racing heart. That was close, way too close. The light from the hallway came through a little through the slits in the locker. I listened for any slight sound that may be coming from outside. When I didn't hear any I sighed with relief. I wasn't ready to come out of the locker, just in case they were close by.
I looked around inside the locker, there were pictures of some sort, and a mirror. I pressed my back against the back of the locker, there was also a coat. I looked as much as could at these props with the little light I had. When I shifted my position to make myself more comfortable, I found that my plaid skirt of my uniform was stuck inside the locker door. I yanked as hard as I could, but it didn't pull free.
I wanted to avoid opening the locker, so I yanked and yanked. Finally it came free, but sent my head banging against the back of the locker.
"Ow....." I groaned. I held my head in my hands, trying to soothe the throbbing. I felt like my head was going to explode. After a few minutes of leaning against the inside of the locker, the throbbing started to subside. Without the hard thumping sound in my ears, I heard voices coming from outside.
"Oh no, they're back....." I muttered. I put my ear near the door of the locker, listening carefully. But it wasn't a deep man's voice, like before, it wasn't only two voices either. It was a whole clutter of voices of......younger people.
Pressing my ear to the locker door, I listened, not believing. Why were so many people there? I was all alone before. I pressed my head all the way against the door, trying to hear everything, and maybe making sense of it all. While listening, the locker door flew open and I found myself falling out of the locker, and landed face to face with the floor.
I am, or was on a field trip with my class. We had arrived to Toronto by bus this morning, sort of like a behind the scenes tour of some sort. Just to explain how camera's worked, lighting, and etc. I, of course, was not fairly interested. We had a young tour guide, with messy red hair and a face filled with zits. When he answered questions that were brought to his attention, it always had the word 'stuff' in it. With such a variable in a sentence, half the things weren't even explained. So when I saw the door to this warehouse, that said 'Please Do Not Enter, unless for Filming.' I had to ask what it was for. Surely he wouldn't be able to say a sentence on the lines of 'It's a show called stuff.'
"They film a show there." He had answered with pride. I think that was the only thing he knew.
"What show?" I egged him on. My teacher looked at me and rolled her eyes. She didn't like nosey kids.
"Uh...." The tour guide scratched his red hair. "It's called Radio Free, I think...."
When I heard that name I almost exploded with excitement. Radio Free Roscoe! He had called it Radio Free, though. I shrugged it off, simple mistake. My parents did it all the time. I looked around at my class's reaction. No one was at all interested, considering I was the only on that watched it, and the only one that knew about it out of my grade. Their loss.
I waited until the tour guide had led of my class to bore them some more and I entered through the doorway.
That's where I was now, on the set of the show: Radio Free Roscoe. Taking in the view around me I walked around, as quietly as I could through the sets, being careful not to trip on any wires that snaked across the floor. Clutching my digital camera in my hand I gaped as I looked around. The high school was in pieces everywhere. Some of the hallway set was on the right, some on the left. A class room set was near a wall, next to the hallway. Then good ole Mr. Waller's office set was near the Cougar Radio set. It was like a giant jigsaw puzzle. Each room and set had its own set of cameras. I even spotted a part of Mickey's set farther down in the room.
Being in awe by all this I continued venturing through. I reached a familiar hallway with 'the stairs' at the end. It was filled with lockers along the wall, just like in the show. It was weird to walk down that hallway. I held the camera up to take a picture of the stairs, just for fun. It was in a closed set, so no one would see the flash if they walked in the warehouse. I clicked the camera and got the shot.
I felt like the click echoed through the whole warehouse. I stood my guard for a few seconds, not making a sound. When the coast was clear I started to breath freely again. While examining the hallway, I took a lock that was on a locker and pulled at it with curiosity. It automatically opened, without a combination.
"TV magic...." I said quietly with a smile. I was about to open it up to see what was inside, but then something stopped me.
"Oh yeah, we better check up on that...."
I shot my head up at the sound of someone's voice. Surely it was a staff worker. I stiffened my posture, and listened. The footsteps were coming nearer and nearer to the set I was in. Another voice answered, but I couldn't make out what he said. Oh no, there was two of them.
Thinking quickly I looked around. I had to hide somewhere. I was not supposed to be in here.The locker! I opened the locker that I had almost opened before, just to find it filled with boxes: a storage locker. I quickly ran to the next long one and opened it. I turned by head to glance around the hall to make sure no one was there. Without looking inside I backed into, pulling my back pack along with me, and closed it shut.
Being safe inside the locker, I tried to calm down my fast past breathing and my racing heart. That was close, way too close. The light from the hallway came through a little through the slits in the locker. I listened for any slight sound that may be coming from outside. When I didn't hear any I sighed with relief. I wasn't ready to come out of the locker, just in case they were close by.
I looked around inside the locker, there were pictures of some sort, and a mirror. I pressed my back against the back of the locker, there was also a coat. I looked as much as could at these props with the little light I had. When I shifted my position to make myself more comfortable, I found that my plaid skirt of my uniform was stuck inside the locker door. I yanked as hard as I could, but it didn't pull free.
I wanted to avoid opening the locker, so I yanked and yanked. Finally it came free, but sent my head banging against the back of the locker.
"Ow....." I groaned. I held my head in my hands, trying to soothe the throbbing. I felt like my head was going to explode. After a few minutes of leaning against the inside of the locker, the throbbing started to subside. Without the hard thumping sound in my ears, I heard voices coming from outside.
"Oh no, they're back....." I muttered. I put my ear near the door of the locker, listening carefully. But it wasn't a deep man's voice, like before, it wasn't only two voices either. It was a whole clutter of voices of......younger people.
Pressing my ear to the locker door, I listened, not believing. Why were so many people there? I was all alone before. I pressed my head all the way against the door, trying to hear everything, and maybe making sense of it all. While listening, the locker door flew open and I found myself falling out of the locker, and landed face to face with the floor.