one word [glimmer]

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Hidden, beneath the pool of faintly gossamer light, the moxie of angry flora and fauna danced in a tandem.  The eerie stomp of ill-matched beasts and rudely-swaying trees gave way to a repetitive, atonal melody.  Bush, thrush, tree, sparrow, grass, and oxen all moved in concert.  As the tempo increased, the intensity of movement followed suit; at the apparent apex, as branch, limb, hedge, knee, and head all collide, the darkness fifty feet to the east moved.

The strange melody was interrupted by the call of 'Cut!'; a small man, wearing jackboots, waving a military-grade riding crop, and brandishing a megaphone.

"You are the absolute worst crew I've ever seen." said Cal.  Flushed-red cheeks and tired eyes sat beneath a dirty beret.  "Be back here in five!"

Grumbles of weariness followed the various animals; Marcie, the uncommonly-short bush, whispered "I just wish his wife had actually flown back in from New Orleans.  His timing is always off until she gets back from shopping."

Alex, the walking manatee, said "Sure - but when she comes back with more debt than toys, he gets worse."

Gentle, dark laughter spread out through the rest of the crew.  Engineers hurried about, placing markers, fixing broken equipment, and occasionally tripping over one another.

Positions populated, the trees stood anticipatorily swaying as fauna faintly murmured various sounds.  Sitting in his chair, Cal raised the megaphone to lips and yelled "Dance!"

A moment later, a door slammed open, and a small parade of attendants, men in various uniforms, and a short, statuesque woman strode gracefully to the director's chair.  As the pre-recorded audio continued to play, the actors watched, stunned, as the parade of interruption seemed to match in character, tempo, and air to the melody.  High-notes were accompanied by streams of men laden with bags.  Low-notes were accompanied by pairs of women carrying containers of feminine luggage, ridiculously-thin purses, and the strange hint of angry lavender.

At the crescendo, the woman arrived at Cal's chair, kissed his forehead aggressively, and continued unabated; the chain of servants crossed the threshold of the pseudo-forest; the last closed the door behind her as the audio came to a close.

"So close," whispered Cal, "so very close - perhaps tomorrow.  That's a wrap!"