The day I met Arisa was a scorching hot one, the sun blazing down intensely. I received a sudden phone call from her, her voice sounding distressed as she said, "My boyfriend found out." Responding with words I couldn't even admit to myself, I quietly stored the tape away, etching it into my heart as "a great summer memory." Some time later, on the day the newspaper published the article about the director being carried on shoulders in celebration, I heard her voice again. "I've broken up with my boyfriend. Do whatever you want with the footage," she said. My heart started pounding wildly, filled with the urge to crack open a beer, and I finally retrieved the tape from storage, lifting the ban at last.