These posts never seem to end up where they start, just like our own lives.
If we LIVE our lives, there are going to be horrible days.
Friends fight, sisters fight, business associates fight. But at the end of the day, IF WE ARE GROWN-UPS, friends are friends, sisters are sisters and we don’t walk away, we work through our issues.
Friends in Nashville
McClain Family Lunch
Work is different, we don’t always have to stick around when it’s a detrimental situation. Especially when it’s a detrimental situation.
This is what happened: He hit me. HE. HIT. ME. Jealous, mad about the success of another artist, it was a press release that had nothing to do with him that set him off. Not the best singer, not even a good singer really, everyone knew his group was so-so. It was his political acumen that provided entry to places they would be unable to get into by talent. That should have been my best clue.
Never HIT by a client OR friend before, WHAT was I to do? Sad, but not down for the count, my employees were left to handle the press room. I left immediately for the hotel, needed space to breathe. Just breathe, evaluate what happened.
Whatever, where ever I was going to end up regarding this particular client, I knew I had to claim partial responsibility for his behavior. NEVER told him the truth about his group OR music. Knowing others watched everything I did, every group supported at this particular venue, would go to the front row every time they performed. Even acted as if I LOVED, enjoyed their performances. My first mistake.
They were not good, but maybe I could HELP THEM? Believing his own press was partly my fault. Told myself this was being a good publicist, just part of the package.
Why wouldn’t he believe he was just as great a performer as the artist he envied? I felt sorry for the group, this artist. My second mistake.
Everyone lost that day. There was never an apology, never I made a mistake.
Continued to represent artists, events until leaving Nashville, Tn., because I really did love, still do love my work. That NEVER changed. But I never represented, or promoted that group EVER again.
That day was just one more lesson in Authentic Grace. I no longer oversold any artist we represented, even to myself.
Now? I make better choices because of that incident, and I am thankful.
….and how is your Monday? It will be just a terrific as you choose. Mine too!
P.S. Anyone ever see Brokedown Palace? If Clare Danes character can do it, so can you and I.