I know it's best if we avoid actor stories but I'm going to tell one anyway.
Matilda. I was in awe of Bertie Carvel. After the show, I got in a spot to have my poster signed. The crowd was positioned in a semi-circle. I stood about halfway around the circle behind some kids. Mr. Carvel came out the stage door and walked directly to our spot. He began to sign all those around me. I held out my poster - not intrusively, not in front of anyone, just so it could be seen. He didn't sign it. He continued to walk away from that spot to finish half of the circle. That's ok. I'll just wait until he comes back to do the rest of the group. Or not, even, it's not that big a deal.
He finished that group and walked directly back to where I was standing to begin the rest of the group. He began to sign. I held up the poster. Not intrusively, not over anyone. Patiently. But as he finished everyone nearby, he began to move away from me, signing others. I was the only one there. I had a poster. I was holding it out. It was so strange. I spoke up and asked if he would sign it. He did.
Ever feel invisible? The only way I have rationalized it is that he felt I was too old to be getting autographs with all these young people. I can't imagine any other faux pas I had committed. I can't imagine how he could not have seen me there - twice. And yet see every other soul standing there. ??
I rarely do stage door anymore.
Updated On: 6/19/16 at 06:34 PM