It was Ryan’s last day shooting the documentary. I went to my job as a temp receptionist that morning. He was filming the Portland indie rock scene. He said the shooting would be done by noon. I asked if he wanted to grab a drink after work to celebrate. He said he’d have to work late on the editing, I shouldn’t wait up.
I went to the set after work, his friend Martin’s loft in The Pearl. Martin let me in.
Too late, I saw it all. He was lying to me – the long shoots, the late night working sessions.