X-Pert Productions

We hired x-​pert productions for our wedding at Oak Alley Plantation last year. We were so disappointed. To their credit, they offered us $ 125 out of almost $ 500 back. Here’s what happened:
The DJ showed up on time and set up. All was well until it came time for the bridal march. My father and I waited and waited for «At Last» to come on so the doors could be opened and we could walk down the aisle. Instead, another song was on loop. One of the Oak Alley employees ran out to the DJ stand to see what was going on. THE DJ WASNT THERE. A second employee discovered him further off in the trees, watching the wedding (?!). The DJ came to me later and said he was waiting for a signal from the OAP event coordinator. She later told me that she had explained to him that we would go off of him playing the song. Many guests later asked me «what happened,» thinking perhaps this had been a runaway bride situation.
When I arrived at the altar, my elderly officiant didn’t have a working microphone. He whispered to me that it didn’t work, so we would have to project our voices. I wanted to SCREAM.
When it came time for the music, the DJ played two of our «must play» songs. My husband and I had spent weeks collaborating to fill the spreadsheet of «must play» and «play if time.» To this day we hear one of our must play songs and say, «THIS was one of the songs I chose!»
When it came time for my husband to dance with his grandma, she had trouble getting up and kept waving him off, the DJ started and stopped the music. It sounded like a CD skipping. This was partially our fault, how could he have known Grandma B wouldn’t be up for it… just wish the DJ could have improvised a little better, put something else on, maybe. Also, his speaking voice left something to be desired. I guess I expected more of a show man. We did ask that the DJ speak very little to avoid the classic «wedding singer» type sound in our antebellum setting.
My family spent tens of thousands of dollars on this wedding. I wish we had spent a little more and found a better DJ. Never did find out his name, he never introduced himself. He was a polite young man, dressed in a suit or tux or some kind. I feel bad for him and angry at the same time, if that makes sense. When you spend over a year planning something, you want it to be perfect. It looms large in my memory, and one piece that really sticks in my craw is this dang DJ.