Against a black background, Pebbles, in a white dress, touches her heart as an ocean blue spotlight follows her movements.
Against a grainy wall, a man approaches a microphone, wipes the sweat off his face with a towel and counts into it. The production assistant and other crew turn their heads around. The production assistant removes his sunglasses. The director looks into the camera.
A man sits on a motorcycle. Pebbles skips to a car in the studio. The boom microphone moves towards her. Against a copper boarded wall, a male dancer begins his routine. The director adjusts the lens. A man gets out of the car and takes off his sunglasses. He puts them back on again and smiles.
The photographer brushes back his hair and starts to take photos. He twists the lens while she continues to dance against the black background.
Against the grainy background, she puts her hands on her hips and sings into the microphone.
While water falls from the ceiling, Pebbles leans against the copper boarded wall in a black dress. She splashes the water with her hands. The male dancer smiles.
Wearing a black-and-white checkered blouse, Pebbles dances on the balcony of a home. It rotates to her wearing a white sleeveless dress with a string of long pearls. The man on the motorcycle revs up the engine. One of the man puts his head into his hands and then peeks through his fingers. In slow motion, she tilts her head up and then stares into the camera.
In a male dominated industry, Pebbles can hold her own. She eyes the male model on the motorcycle who seems disappointed he isn’t in a movie instead. Another male model takes off his sunglasses and then hits on her. A third model approaches the microphone and rolls his eyes. The photographer calls out to her. However, she keeps her distance from them. She doesn’t need their approval.
The male dancer compliments her on her talent. He blushes as she says “thank you.” They strike up a conversation about lunch and she asks him for his business card. She’ll be going on tour soon and asks if she could keep him in mind. He grins and then walks away. In the corner of her eye, she sees him skip and squeal to himself.
The male director takes her aside, asking her to go underneath the water and get herself wet. She shakes her head “no,” saying they already agreed she would lean against the wall. He continues to insist, telling her to give it one shot. She tells him her video will be fine without it.
Director: N/A Year: 1990