Last night I was interviewed via video for the first time in my life. I’m humbled and honored to be recognized, along with others, for my volunteer work with New Reach at their annual auction. As I waited in the conference room at one of the women’s shelters for the people doing the interviewing and videotaping, I checked myself in the mirror hanging at the back of the room several times. Each time my hair and face looked the same, looked like me, no surprise transformation having taken place. I confess to covering the gray with color and getting it cut and blown out straight the day before. I normally have unruly, curly, crazy hair that I don’t much mess with but the video is going to be shown in public, to people. Vanity wins.
Ashley, Matt and Joe, all college students, arrived and got to work. They set up lights, umbrellas, tripods, asked me to sit, move to the right a little, say the alphabet after clipping a microphone to my jacket.
“They aren’t even here,” Ashley said. She sat across from me, held her arm out straight about shoulder length as if to block the two guys and their cameras from my view. “You just look at me and talk to me.”
The questions asked were given to me earlier. I thought knowing what to expect, what I wanted to say, would ease my jitters but I was still nervous.
“You’re doing fine,” they each said to me at different times when I couldn’t grasp the word I was searching for or stumbled over my words and thoughts. “We’re here for as long as you need us. You can stop, answer the question again, whatever you need.” I know the video will only be a few minutes long, know I’ll be sharing the limelight with the other honorees but I hope Matt and Joe have completed and aced their editing classes. I’m a harsh critic when I see myself in photos, I can only imagine how I’ll feel seeing myself projected on a white screen.
When we were finished someone commented on how hot the lights got.
“So that explains the trickle of sweat running down my neck,” I said, convincing no one.