Major event puts stop to "big hit" appearance.
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SO, I’m sitting alone in the back of a large black SUV (that someone else is paying for) on my way from Rochelle to Chicago on a brisk Saturday morning. I’ve got my laptop open and I’m rehearsing responses for my very first live national television appearance.
I’m being asked to pontificate about politics, particularly Illinois politics, something definitely in my wheelhouse. I do that for two hours on the radio every day, so this should be easy, right? Why am I nervous? Well, my radio show is something I’m in total control of – the questions, the topics, the guests, the commercials, the audio clips, the breaks, everything. In this case I’m preparing to be on someone else’s show, and it’s not radio, it’s TV. And this appearance will be no more than five minutes total. But for a much, much bigger audience.
Two hours earlier I’m sitting in my office in Rochelle in the Walker Insurance building, where two office mates are putting last minute make up on my face. Unlike radio, your physical appearance is half the game. They usually have that at the TV studio in Chicago, but for this appearance they suggested I come with my makeup already done, and this is something definitely not in my wheelhouse.
I don’t know how to put makeup on. On very short notice, a Rochelle friend and her daughter (thanks Susan and Teehgan) are patting my nose and blushing my cheeks. I have no idea if I look like a zombie or Tan Mom; my face is in their hands. They finish me up and I’m on my way.