Field Location Secured

The canvas tote finally set down on a sunlit wooden cafe table outside, giving me my opening. I scrambled out of the pocket and hauled my red-cap microphone onto the timber planks. A tall iced drink cup stood nearby, sweating cold droplets across the wood grain. I stepped right up, planted my binder clip flat against the edge of a paper coaster to lock my makeshift rig, and stood firm against the cup's reflection. The outdoor buzz here makes the ultimate background track. This territory is officially claimed for today's shoot.