A brief PSA from SDD: Remember the golden rule

"If Matt and Nikki don't give me more time, more hugs and more love than anyone else I will die."

“If Matt and Nikki don’t give me more time, more hugs and more love than anyone else I will die.” *Foot stomp*


No two stage doors are alike.

It’s something you learn when you attend at least two shows, concerts, etc. Sometimes there’s a huge crowd and sometimes there’s not but whether there’s a million people or you and a new friend you meet while you shiver under your hats, gloves and mittens, the golden rule should be remembered.

We are all at stage door for the same reason and often we are there waiting for the same people in hopes that within thirty seconds you will be able to make a lasting impression on someone you admire.

Everyone has their own idea about what they think makes for a fun stage door experience but I promise in no one’s mind is crabby, angry people part of the equation.

On Sunday evening, after the closing performance of Peter and the Starcatcher (the entire reason I decided to brave the cold in January for this vacation which ultimately grew to accommodate some other milestones but I digress), I made it to stage door before my friends.

I usually try to do that because I juggle a poster, one or two playbills, sometimes a gift and a professional camera (one that requires zooming and focusing, I am a bit of a juggler) that I wear around my neck. If I’m not in the front – I’m too clumsy not to admit that something is going to end up broken or crumpled.

Anyway, my friend was standing in the far back and I told her there was an inch of space between the people behind me so I asked folks to make room so she could stand with me. Everyone agreed except for one person – a mother who insisted that if her girls couldn’t get to the front row (they were in the second) no one was going anywhere.

So I reached for her daughter’s shoulder and ushered her to stand beside me. I promised her friends that if I got my autographs, they would get theirs as well.

The mother shut up pretty quickly at that point.

The next night there was a girl at the stage door who just rubbed me the wrong way. She was blatantly boasting and bragging that because she lives in the city she gets to see shows whenever she wants. And she knows so many Broadway people. And she has the best stage door experiences ever. And she arrived to the show in a stretch limo driven by a unicorn. Seriously.

I enjoy chatting with people at stage door because what else are you going to do? It’s a captive audience for however long it takes the performers to change, greet the people who are lucky enough to get backstage, and then proceed into the frigid temperatures for the rest of us. So I confided in this girl that I was a little apprehensive about meeting the actor because I felt I had an unsettled conversation with him. I was nervous because I am a huge fan of his and I wasn’t so sure if he was a fan of me. (Turns out, it’s all love and good feelings there – thank goodness.)

Her response was something along the lines of “that sucks for you, now listen to how great I am.” So in response, I turned my head and ended up chatting with a sweetheart of a guy about all things Broadway.

Now I’m not trying to act noble or say who is right and who is wrong because I don’t know what happened five minutes before I start talking with anyone new (they could have had a bad conversation that put them in a sour mood, someone might have questioned how serious a fan they were of someone, they might just compensate with anger or conceit) but I can say this: everyone wants a fun stage door experience, especially the actors.

Think about it this way if being decent to the people standing around you solely for the sake of being decent isn’t enough. Would (fill-in-the-name) appreciate you speaking highly of them while you degraded or showed ill-will to their other fans? Probably not.

About Samantha S.

"I found the theatre and I found my home.” ― Audra McDonald

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