I don't know how it happened... somehow, someway, I was the odd man out. I guess I can chalk it up to a miscalculation but it doesn't matter anymore... here I am, flying solo in the production of my documentary.
I have to admit, I felt a little sad about being by myself. It seems like so much work for one person but my professor assured me that I could do it. There's only one problem: I need a new topic. Apparently, my idea of iPod isolation didn't give the impression to have compelling b-roll and my other idea, scarification, would have been great but it proved impossible since no one did it in nor around Tallahassee. So my professor and I decided on a doc idea about rappers who do more than just rap. My first impression of the topic wasn't ecstatic. Considering the fact that I hardly listen to hip-hop myself, I found it hard to get enthused about the topic. Then again, all the topics I was coming up with weren't good enough or wouldn't deliver on quality b-roll.
Now here I am staring at my notebook trying to think of where I can possible find people to participate in the documentary. This doc is definitely putting out of my comfort zone, I guess we’ll see how this turns out.
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