Comedic Genius of LuLu Roman and Robert Wynn

LuLu Bill Reardin story

Left to Right: Melissa Cross; Bill Reardin; LuLu Roman; Robert Wynn & me, backstage at IFCO.

Bill Reardin came to Nashville to visit Robert Wynn, a then writer for Nashville Now.
Our desire was to give this ” New Yorker”  — then EP for The Joan Rivers Show — a weekend to remember.
LuLu dressed in a chauffeurs outfit, including hat, short skirt and cowgirl boots!  She sat on the hood of the cadillac we borrowed from Hee Haw Patriarch Sam Lovullo as she held a REARDIN sign, lined up with the other Chauffeurs in her RED uniform. Bill did not know LuLu, he really believed she was our chauffeur.
Robert’s plan and LuLu’s physical comedy did not disappoint once we left the airport, LuLu behind the wheel and Robert riding shotgun.
Bill sat between Melissa and me in the back seat.
All Melissa Cross and I could do was laugh and Bill simply thought we were laughing at the bad chauffeur!
When we arrived at the IFCO Show — our destination for the night thanks to the Johnson Sisters — Bill was so distraught he actually wanted to carry his luggage to the IFCO stage!
This photo was taken after we revealed our truth to Bill…He was a great sport and remains a dear friend to this day.
How lucky am I?
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Rule #14 Be the Same Person in the Dark as You are in the Light of Day.

In my late twenties — just last year :) — friends, co-workers would say to me “you always look in such peace”.  I always answered, yes I am, didn’t even know enough to know I was not in complete peace. 

*Disclaimer: Because of my parents, because I have ALWAYS had a net, a good foundation and belief system, there is a peace within me that has never gone away, one that never will.

But at peace? No. There was a lot of turmoil within, and who knows maybe that comes with our youth?  My outsides did not match my insides.  Have you ever been in this position?

I NEVER ever really said OUT LOUD my own truth.  Accomplishing good things, but at what cost?

As the ‘perfect’ child, of course I was the ‘perfect’ grown-up.  Said everything I was supposed to say, wore the proper clothes, shoes, etc., etc., etc.  You get the idea.

Of course, I was thin.  Isn’t that the goal? At home I was binging and purging.  No one knew, Dee Ann, my ‘middle sister’ suspected, she asked Mother, Mother asked me.  “Of course not” came my reply.

I was perfect, that could not be. Deny, deny, deny.

Dee Ann Howell  — McClain girls LOVE the telephone — always!

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By this time I was in Nashville, Tn., swiftly moving to my long-term goal of entertainment public relations.

Finalizing the interview for my first job as PR Director and as example, instructed by  the hospital director not to dress up so much for work! (I had on a silk dress and pearls. Nashville was a different ‘beat’ from Dallas!)

I was miserable on the inside, looked oh, so fabulous on the outside.  UNTIL I decided to try therapy, real therapy.  YIKES.

In the throws of therapy, still looking the part, I was in terror inside crying all the time.  One night I was talking to my parents and didn’t think they were ‘hearing me’ so I SCREAMED #$$%^&.  Why was that my release word?  I don’t know, but it was.  THIS is just one of the many reasons I love(d) my parents so much.  They did not say one thing, they waited until I could continue talking, calmer.

You see, I had never told them I was date raped in college. This secret was carried for way too long, to my own detriment.

Because I DID the work In therapy, I couldn’t keep secrets or hide my real self any longer.  For a very long time I had no filter.  (Believe it or not, I DO have a filter now. Some of you are terrified about this, others laughing loudly!)

The very best thing that happened for me is learning to be the same inside and out.

Once I became true to myself, everything else started falling into place.  God’s timing has always been perfect in my life. This was no exception.

Now, following two horrendous years, my outsides don’t match my insides. But it’s being fixed, one day at a time. It’s a slow process but I can’t trade the journey, because it makes me who I am today.  May I tell you I love who I am?   I enjoy my own company!

Complete peace makes the difference.  Once we are at peace inside, nothing can stop us.  Nothing will shatter us.  Work, play, family time, you might break my heart but break me?  No, I know who I am. I wish the same for you.

Authentic Grace will be a piece of cake.

Friends have seen me through thick and thin! But above all Ron Greene, my nephew, has seen me through it all, when I need him, he is here.  24/7, never wavering in his support.  He is NOT perfect, thankfully, but he is the perfect nephew…..always.  Nothing he does will change my love for him. Nothing.

Ron & Brandy during his birthday dinner last week!

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I am thankful and blessed.  I wish the same for you.
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Rule #13 How To Love Work, Friends and Life Even on Days When You Want to Run

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

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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.

OK. SURE.

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.

Brokedown Palace

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