I'm every wedding videographer's worst nightmare. Probably. Don't get me wrong, I was by no means a bridezilla. In fact, I was an easy bride. We eloped. My mom bought my wedding dress. (No really. She did. Picked it out and everything. I wasn't even there. I'll tell you that story later.) But I could not have been a fan amongst wedding videographers.
"So I already picked out my song. And could you make sure you get this shot? Yeah actually I already have a whole shot sheet for you. I'll just go ahead and give it to you the morning before the wedding. Yeah. What program do you edit with? Oh ok."
Literally a conversation I probably had with every possible wedding videographer.
"So I already picked out my song. And could you make sure you get this shot? Yeah actually I already have a whole shot sheet for you. I'll just go ahead and give it to you the morning before the wedding. Yeah. What program do you edit with? Oh ok."
Literally a conversation I probably had with every possible wedding videographer.
So naturally...I just finally said I'd do it myself. At least the editing part. The part where I could tell a story. The part where my fingers would fly across the computer keys until that story that was stuck inside my head came to life.
And that's what I did.
Then I did my best friend's wedding video. Then my sister in law's. Then my sister's. Blah blah blah...
Enter Stories by Marissa. (Yay cheers applause. Hopefully.)
You see. I'm not so much an editor, as I am a storyteller.
I've been telling people's stories on the news for nearly 10 years. I remember telling a story about an elderly woman who lost everything in a tornado. Everything. Her home was demolished. There was nothing left. Except one thing. One. One thing that was still intact. A glass Our Lady Of Grace statue...
I remember telling a story about a single mother at the end of her rope. I found her selling decorated pine cones as Christmas ornaments on the side of the road. I was there when a local charity organization gave her kids a Christmas they'd never forget. Pulled out all the stops. It was beautiful.
I've told stories of loss. Of hope.
Stories by Marissa are stories of love, and family. Of friendship and adventure.
Stories by Marissa. These are your stories.