Colors, flashing light, aloe vera juice, and chunks of sugary sweet strums of guitar songs from olden times reverberates inside my ear. Room, room, room for more space within the span of time—make sure it’s under 30 seconds—room, room, room for everything that matters. Cutting, splicing, flattering shots of those who give you the bucks because otherwise what’s the point? Must make the makers happy with the re-making of their art. Sitting, watching, grabbing onto moments that they have beautifully spun. That, that right there — make it bigger, and show me the magic that reveals the truth behind that image. I select and highlight notes, and when it’s over it will render final cut.