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Leo had been the A-1 sound mixer on set. He knew his own audio—a pristine, dual-system recording from his boom and lavaliers—was flawless. The problem was the cameras. To capture the frenetic energy of the warehouse floor, the producers had unleashed a horde of operators: three Sony FX6s, two RED Komodos, four GoPros zip-tied to drone cases, and one rogue iPhone 14 Pro held by an intern named Kevin who’d been told to “just get the vibes.”

The timeline refreshed. Eleven tracks. Perfectly aligned. The clap of a metal door slamming shut at the 00:03:12:15 mark on the master audio now appeared at exactly the same frame on the GoPro, the RED, and the vertical iPhone footage. It was surgical. It was instantaneous. pluraleyes 5

Ten cameras. Ten separate scratch audio tracks. Ten wildly different starting points. Leo had been the A-1 sound mixer on set

The assistant editor, Maya, had tried to sync it manually. After four hours of sliding waveforms and staring at clapperboards that nobody had bothered to use consistently, she’d thrown her wireless mouse across the room. It now rested in pieces by the coffee machine. To capture the frenetic energy of the warehouse