In college, I belonged to a group that brought people to campus for one-man plays, that sort of thing. My freshman year, we had Vincent Price doing a play about Oscar Wilde (it was very good). On show nights, the group member would meet at the theater about an hour ahead of time to keep people out. The theater had lots of side doors, and people were always trying to sneak in early. That caused us problems, so our priority was keeping everyone out until 15 minutes before the show.
About 45 minutes before show-time, I see an old man coming through a side door and hurry over to give him the bum's rush. My hand is out to shove him back, and just before I say something insulting (some customers can be annoyingly persistent), our group leader pops out from behind him and introduces me to Vincent Price.
In my defense, his huge black glasses disguised him well (I didn't know Price wore glasses!).
After the show, and the audience left, he stayed for about an hour and a half to talk to us and answer our questions. He was very nice and incredibly gracious.
About 45 minutes before show-time, I see an old man coming through a side door and hurry over to give him the bum's rush. My hand is out to shove him back, and just before I say something insulting (some customers can be annoyingly persistent), our group leader pops out from behind him and introduces me to Vincent Price.
In my defense, his huge black glasses disguised him well (I didn't know Price wore glasses!).
After the show, and the audience left, he stayed for about an hour and a half to talk to us and answer our questions. He was very nice and incredibly gracious.