He saved one more time. Just in case.
His heart stopped. The clip was the kiss. The one perfect, unplanned moment where the groom had whispered something stupid and Tiffany had laughed, not posed. The file was corrupted. Premiere refused to read it. He tried renaming it. Nothing. He tried importing it into a fresh project. Nothing.
Tonight was a low point. The bride, Tiffany, had requested “something ethereal, but also punchy, you know?” Leo didn’t know. He sat in the dark, hoodie up, energy drink can number four sweating on his desk.