I was working that day. We got the news about the plane that hit a WTC tower and continued. We were filming a guy in a, aehm penis costume when we got the news about the second plane.
It was clear that this was in no case an accident, so we called the shot off, not the right day for filming guys in weird clothes. We watched the news, mostly silent, even the most cynical guys were speechless when the towers collapsed.
In the evening my bff came over, as she was quite upset and didn't want to be alone this evening. We drank tons and talked and speculated, both having a very uneasy feeling and worries how the fool in the White House would react, kind of a pre-war hunch.
Later during the night, rocket attacks on Afghan camps were shown - does anybody remember this? We felt as if some retaliation already started.
I got sick of the continious loop of the stock prices on the news channel, while watching the pictures of this day, so I put Gaffa tape on the lower half of my tv.
The next day at work our boss told us that the production is on halt and he did not know when or if it starts again but we would be paid as long as the money was there, for the next 2 weeks.