Forgot to post this in the ShortPulse group! So I knew that this was going to be a challenge when Scotty and Kirk announced the 7th being the soft release of Short Pulse. I'm away from home this week at Nationals for dance. So needless to say...I'm not supposed to be working on my silly little music videos!! Nevertheless...I couldn't help myself!!! Here is the Bubba Moh version of My Own Man! I used ShortPulse for everything except the lipsync. I used Kling Motion Control for that. But this time I didn't get too intricate with it...i used 25-30 second clips and ran with it. I wanted to use as much ShortPulse footage as possible. For ShortPulse...the first thing I did was add my prompts. When I create my music videos, I have a Project in Claude. The first thing I do is create the image prompts. But I have some anchors that I use for each prompt. Before ShortPulse I would have to copy everything into my Notes app on my mac. Then I would have to click back and forth, copying the anchor, then the individual prompt for the image. Ex. CHARACTER ANCHOR: Bubba Moh — large heavily-built man, broad shoulders and thick forearms, bald head, full dark beard streaked grey, mid-30s–40s, match reference. Wearing a dark navy sleeveless hoodie over a plain tee, no jewelry, no props that warp. Photoreal cinematic music-video still, 35–50mm feel, shallow depth of field, fine film grain, 16:9, no text or captions. WOUND STATE LIGHTING ANCHOR: single hard source — one bare bulb / work lamp / high window shaft. Warm bulb color but crushed and high-contrast, deep black shadow eating the frame edges, the room around him unlit. Isolated pool of light in darkness. ANSWER STATE LIGHTING ANCHOR: soft ambient daylight filling the whole room, morning window fill, corners visible, nothing hard pointing at him. Warm but even, ordinary, lived-in. Lights simply on. So these were the anchors that I used...then the first image prompt is this: 1-A — CORE · Bookend A (load-bearing) [CHARACTER ANCHOR] + [WOUND LIGHTING]. Wide-ish medium shot, locked static camera, eye-level. Bubba sits at a plain wooden kitchen table, camera-left, elbows on the table, one hand loosely clenched into a fist resting on the wood. An empty mismatched wooden chair faces him across the table, camera-right, unoccupied. A single bare bulb hangs low over the table, hard warm light on his face and fists, the rest of the kitchen swallowed in black. He stares at the empty chair, jaw set, not sad — hard. Night.