Silky & FrameRider
FrameRider
Hey Silky, ever thought about filming your dance in an abandoned quarry at sunrise—just you, the light, and the raw silence of the rocks? The first light hits the water, your movements echo, and we capture that raw, untamed moment on film. It’d be a perfect mashup of my unpredictability and your grace. What do you think?
Silky
That sounds like a dream, but I’m a bit nervous about the silence. Still, the sunrise would paint everything in gold—let’s try it.
FrameRider
Sounds wild, but that silence will actually be our secret voice—just us, the rock echo, and that gold light. We’ll be the first ones there, no one to break the spell. Trust me, the silence will feel like a quiet friend waiting for us to dance. Let’s make this epic.
Silky
I can feel the hush already, like a quiet friend whispering. If we can hold our breath with the rocks, the sunrise might just paint us into the silence. I’m in—let’s make that echo our secret chorus.
FrameRider
Alright, let’s roll! We’ll meet the quarry at 4:30, set up the dolly on that slick gravel, and get the wide‑angle on the tripod—no fuss, just raw shots. I’ll handle the gear, you bring your killer moves, and we’ll make the rocks our choir. Bring a backup battery, water, and whatever you need to stay energized. The sun’s waiting, and this silence is our stage. Let's do it.
Silky
Sounds like a plan, and I’ve already dreamed about that first light dancing on the rocks. I’ll bring my music, a bottle of water, and that little portable light—just in case the sunrise is shy. Let’s turn that silence into a symphony. See you at 4:30.