I did this a few times when I was a young'un and was never told it was (or responded to in any way that would suggest it was) egregious in any way. The stage door attendants were always very friendly to me, and because I was polite and not demanding, they were happy to help. I can't remember what my reasoning was, since I lived in NYC and saw shows all the time, but the most vivid memory I have of doing this was when Raul Esparza was doing Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, and I had a particular thing I wanted him to sign, but I think was in my period of being phobic of trying to form sentences at him at the stage door. Anyway, I stopped by one day mid-afternoon, and the man at the door could not have been more lovely. I told him I had included a sharpie and a note, as well as an SASE if that was easier, but he offered to just call me when it was done. Not 4 hours later, he called me and said I could come by at my convenience to get it. Raul had personalized the thing and kindly returned my marker, too. I don't know. Maybe it was ballsy and I had no idea, or maybe I just got away with it because I was young and shy and nice, but like I said, nobody ever gave me side-eye about it.
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Updated On: 4/6/17 at 02:41 PM