Last night all of the memories of the newsroom came rushing back to me as I held the tripod and Adam carried the camera. BREAKING NEWS, something that always got us Multimedia Newsroomers in a frenzy of excitement. Well I got to experience breaking news but in a new newsroom (a bit sad) but just as exciting cause it was with the
Journal-World. Last night I had been over at 1326 Mass for a Crux cd release/boys wanted to have a party party, decided to go down to a bar on Mass with a few people for an hour and then return to the house when the bars closed. Leaving a few minutes before 2:00am to walk back to the boys' house, nothing on Mass looked out of place then moments after we were out of the danger zone/slash area of the incident we saw police cars wizzing by, but really didn't think anything of it, til I learned that there was a shooting at the Granada.
At that moment I can say that I was a little drunk and wasn't thinking breaking news. So back at the party I mentioned to Alyssa and Adam that we should go and get pizza (Alyssa who is visiting from NYC needed to get some Wheat State Pizza) and we were in agreement. After getting in the car I mentioned to Adam about the shooting and well, if you know him, when there is a story we must go.
I had no coat (cause we were just going to get pizza) and was drunk, but after swinging by Dole to get the camera we headed down to blocked off Mass. Street to begin our breaking news coverage. I contacted Candice who was at the JW to let her know the situation. After it was indeed confirmed that there was a shooting and that life flight was coming for a victim I called Candice again to let her know that she should get a reporter out here and a photographer as well, cause this was going to be a big story. (She couldn't get hold of a reporter, so I called myself into action.)
Adam and I preceeded to walk around and try to get some info, as Adam shot video. As we tried to get some information we ran into/was approached by a man who witnessed the incident. He was an interesting man, a bit odd you could say, who was not from Lawrence. He gave us a sound-bite and recounted the incident out in the street. The life flight was landing (which by the way was a pretty cool thing to witness up close) and the victim was wheeled on a stretcher from the ambulance to the helicopter. I talked to the witness a little more, and in his weirdness he preceeded to tell me about himself and that he just needed a wife and mother for his daughter, a woman to have his kids and he also mentioned while I was questioning him that he wanted me to be that. (WHY do I seem to attract all the wrong guys.)
So freezing and freezing, no longer drunk (seemed to sober up quickly in this situation) we were unable to get an interview with the police captain and decided that we exhausted all the info and should get warm. We preceeded to go back to the house, share the stories with the few stragglers left at the party and then I went to the newscenter to write a breaking news story for
ljworld.com.
All-in all breaking news is exciting but at the same time sobering (no pun intended). I'll tell you why. We were standing outside of the police tape and there was a woman with two other people. As I was eavesdropping on her conversation with a police officer I discovered that she was the daughter of one of the victims (incidentally the victim that died on the way to the hospital). At the time I shared some information with her (the police weren't being helpful), but wasn't about to pry into the situation. Adam on the other hand wanted to see if she would talk to us, but never asked as some detectives came and took her away to answer her questions. At that moment I realized that her father just died, why in the hec would it even cross my mind to ask her if she wanted to talk to the media.
So by 6:30am I finally was able to go to sleep. What an exciting night.