Just like a swift slap across the face, it hits me. I’m lying on the muddy concrete floor of a warehouse among old rusty screws and nails, puddles that resemble a witch’s brew — and broken patches of exposed fractured foundation filled with oil and water. I wait in quiet anticipation for that simple word that begins the whirlwind of magic, “Action!” and a world of horizontal expression is unleashed. That’s the moment it hits me — something has to be done. It’s time for change. It’s time for the music video industry to take care of the people who help bring its visions to life on film.