This wasn't Broadway, but at the Papermill Playhouse, not one single usher came to me. They went to the people in front of me, behind me, everyone else.
I felt so stupid standing there (I was 15 at the time- that was a total nightmare for me) so I went to the box that they kept their programs, grabbed one, and turned around when an usher tapped me on the shoulder. "What are you doing, miss?"
I stalked off after saying "Ushering myself."
Updated On: 8/27/04 at 04:11 PM