{
  "captions": true,
  "voice": "af_nova",
  "music_url": "https://4ort.live/v1/mtv/video/22d4c5320dab?download=1",
  "scenes": [
    {
      "id": "s1",
      "narration": "Sun's up over Corpus Bay. We pour before the heat finds us, because coastal concrete hates a hot slab. The mix is on its way: cement, sand, stone, and just enough water."
    },
    {
      "id": "s2",
      "narration": "When the chute drops, you don't fight the concrete, you guide it. Twenty minutes from truck to finish, that's the window. Push it too fast and the cream bleeds out. Too slow and the load sets on you."
    },
    {
      "id": "s3",
      "narration": "The float is where the art lives. You work the bleed water back in, close the surface, get it plane. My trowel's got forty years of wear. It knows the angle better than my hands do anymore."
    },
    {
      "id": "s4",
      "narration": "Then the hardest part, you wait. Seven days. Keep it wet, keep it covered. Concrete gains its strength slow, the way a good life does. You can't rush the set. The water has to do its work."
    },
    {
      "id": "s5",
      "narration": "Salt air eats the impatient pour. But done right, this slab outlasts us all. That's the whole job right there. Build it so your grandkids don't have to fix it."
    }
  ]
}