It was supposed to be a simple, peaceful afternoon. The sun was out, the vibe was good, and I had finally found the perfect lighting to record my little video. Tripod set, phone angled just right, hair cooperating for onceāI thought the universe was on my side.
And then it started.
From the corner of the block came a voice, loud and sharp. At first, I ignored it. Maybe it would pass, I thought. But within seconds, another voice fired back, even louder. Suddenly, it was like front row tickets to the neighborhoodās most dramatic soap opera, echoing off the walls.
I froze mid-intro, staring at the camera in disbelief. āAre they seriously doing this right now?ā I muttered. My dog tilted his head too, clearly invested in the drama.
I tried to push through, hitting record again. āHey guys, welcome baāā āNO, YOU LISTEN!ā a voice roared in the background, followed by the unmistakable slam of a car door.
āBro. Shaddddup,ā I groaned, laughing at the absurd timing. There I was, trying to look cute and professional, while my neighbors were out here giving the entire block a live performance of Whoās the Pettiest Today?
After the third ruined take, I couldnāt help but join in, yelling toward the chaos, āHELLOOOO, Iām tryna make a video over here!ā Of course, nobody cared. The argument rolled on like a badly written reality show, complete with dramatic pauses and people storming off, only to come right back.
At this point, I gave up on silence. I hit record, let their voices trail in the background, and decided maybe this was the content the internet needed. Forget perfectionāreal life is messy, unpredictable, and sometimes hilarious.
So if you hear yelling in my latest video, just know: thatās not a sound effect. Thatās my neighborhood, my reality, and honestly⦠probably the most authentic cameo Iāve ever had.
