Single Camera Special

I’m at a comedy club, watching Neal Brennan direct someone’s special. I’m backstage, hanging with the other comedians.
A single camera, well placed, is the only one set up, to make it seem like like the viewer is actually in the audience.
It’s ten minutes into the show, and it’s going reasonably well, then they need a break for an unknown reason.
Mark Normand walks by.
Me: “How’s it going?”
Mark: “Oh, you know.”
Me: “No, I don’t though! I keep asking everyone and I keep getting the same answer! Like you all know, and I’m trying to find out. But you’re part of this secret club and you won’t let me in on it.”
We riff on this hilarious bit for a bit.
I ask what he’s eating. I hear “chowder” but look down and he has fries and a chicken burger.
Me: “How about this? A restaurant where all the meals are named after completely different meals. Yeah, that won’t annoy the shit out of everyone.”
I want to tell Neal I respect his camera set up. I don’t want to disturb him, but he’s being pretty casual, drinking a beer, so I figure it’s fine. I mention it. He says he got the idea from me.
A woman in the back corner also noticed the single camera and was happy about it.
Woman (sarcastically): “But how will we know how funny it is if there are no sweeping shots through the crowd??”
They go to restart, but my leg keeps brushing against chair making loud noise.
I have to get back to my seat. It’s dark, but I’m passing right by the tripod and am afraid I’ll knock into the camera. So I wait…