The livestream control zone was in complete disarray.
Not a messy kind of disarray. More like the silent, vibrating horror of people who realized they were witnessing something monumental and had no idea if they were filming it correctly.
The Director of Photography felt it first.
He stared at the live view of the venue and then the screens in front of him, throat bobbing as he swallowed. The room had been cold and yet he could feel his palms sweating against the console. His breath shook. He had never been both this terrified and this exhilarated in his entire career.
In one possible future, he would rise to fame for capturing this historic moment.
In the other, he would burn in the eternal flames reserved for broadcast failures.
He gulped again.
Harder.
