How To Tell Your Story
Stop f%cking lying.
It's 2016. I'm 23. An executive producer that's created 75+ documentaries reaching millions. Office. Employees. Reputation. A train-wreck incoming. Chasing the wrong things for the wrong reasons. Welcome to Storytella. My name is Kristian Michail.
It's 1996. I'm 3. If you can hold their attention then you can touch their hearts. Mr. Bean shows me how simple it is. Disney, how colourful. Seinfeld, how ridiculous. Life. The great big show about nothing. I discover that our livelihoods depend on how freely we express ourselves. A storyteller is born.
It's 2010. I'm 17. My first ever film. An early taste of mastery. The story is dark. It makes adults cry. Adultery. Addiction. Suicide. No holding back. What business does a teenager have with all these issues? The same one that's tried to break free ever since.
It's 2019. I'm 26. Unemployed, uninspired and uninterested in the life I have fallen into. The voice in the back of my head now screams "failure" on the hour like an alarm clock. Two failed TV shows. Two years no income. Ten years feel like they've been wasted. The fantasy has become my nightmare.
It's 2020. I'm 27. I start Storytella the year the world stops. Cut the shit. What did you really want? I want to live before I die. I want to laugh as much as cry. I want to love as much as fuck. I want to get paid to run a muck. I want to channel all the rage. I want to spill blood on the page. I want to help you tell your story in all its fucking glory. If you want the same, then it's time the world knows your name.