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\u201cWorking there has made me so much more confident in my abilities and has shown me that I really can do this for a living \u2014 and that I\u2019m good at it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When RFD-TV decided to bring its crew to the parade instead of hiring freelancers, English put her name in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI tried to play it cool and act like I didn\u2019t care if I went or not,\u201d she admitted. \u201cAt the time, I had only been with the company for a little over a year.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then she got the call and couldn\u2019t wait to share the news with her mom, one of her biggest cheerleaders.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A few weeks later, English found herself running cable and building cameras with the crew, but there was one quick adjustment. The studio cameras were all robotic. She spent time reacquainting herself, tracking pedestrians, and ensuring smooth movements. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The following day, just before the broadcast, things got real.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI was standing at my camera, headset on, waiting for the flyover, and it hit me what I was about to be a part of.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The show passed in a blur. Directors called cues, cameras shifted between angles, and the crew worked in sync. Every second mattered. Before she knew it, the Tournament of Roses Parade was over.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Breaking down the gear, English reflected on the experience.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI already knew that I loved my job, but this just made everything I\u2019ve worked toward that much better.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
With her equipment packed and the job done, it was time to head home. But as she walked away, one thought stuck with her \u2014 this was just the beginning. GN<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" THE COUNTDOWN echoed through Maggie English\u2019s headset. Five. She adjusted her grip on the camera, her fingers steady despite the adrenaline rush. Four. The production truck crackled with final confirmations, voices overlapping in controlled chaos. Three. She took a deep breath, bracing against the Pasadena morning chill, the scent of fresh flowers from the floats […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":24050,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-24047","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-stories"],"yoast_head":"\n