The interface was unassuming. A gray panel. A button that said “Sync.” It felt like cheating. He dragged in his master audio track—the clean, 48kHz WAV from his Sound Devices recorder. Then he dragged in all ten camera angles, including Kevin’s iPhone footage, which was vertically oriented and had a kid yelling “WORLD STAR!” in the first three seconds.
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Leo leaned back. He felt a strange mix of relief and a tiny, bruised sense of professional pride. It had taken him ten seconds to do what would have taken him all night. The interface was unassuming
Leo smiled. He added a cross dissolve, a LUT, and exported the rough cut by 2:17 AM. He dragged in his master audio track—the clean,
The timeline refreshed. Eleven tracks. Perfectly aligned. The clap of a metal door slamming shut at the 00:03:12:15 mark on the master audio now appeared at exactly the same frame on the GoPro, the RED, and the vertical iPhone footage. It was surgical. It was instantaneous.
He held his breath and clicked “Sync.”