I've never had a bad stagedoor experience, but my first time was definitely my weirdest. It was a tour of Jesus Christ Superstar in Atlanta with Ted Neely and Carl Anderson. Atlanta was under a tornado warning that night, but despite it all my friend and I and about ten other people were dutifully waiting outside the stagedoor on the sidewalk. I had never stagedoored before, so I didn't notice how odd it was that as the cast came out, they seemed to recognize everyone, and would talk, but be politely distant as they made their way out of the theater. It was the first night of the tour, and the stars were detained inside with press, guests, whatnot, but we dutifully continued to stand outside while high winds and storms whipped us about. After a time, the stage door manager came out to tell us that Ted Neely and Carl Anderson were sorry that they were taking so long, and in the meantime would we please wait inside; they would be down as soon as possible. Once we got out of the storm and the wind, we started talking amongst ourselves. That's when I discovered that of the 12 people waiting at the door, my friend and I were the only two who were actually from the Atlanta area. Everyone else at the stage door was from somewhere else, they had all seen the tour
several times before, and had followed the show to Atlanta at great personal expense. I was very young and it was my first stagedoor experience, so I didn't know to take this as a red flag. Finally, Carl Anderson and later Ted Neely came down. I have never met two nicer or more down-to-Earth people than this in my life. Maybe it was because there were so few of us, or because we were inside while severe thunderstorms raged just outside the door, or because we were the only two there who weren't freaky groupie-types, but both of them talked to my friend and I at length. I had secreted my copy of the VHS tape into the theater, and I just expected them to sign it, say "You're welcome", and move on. They wanted to talk. And not just idle chit-chat. They both, at times, pressed us for personal information like where we worked or went to school. This whole experience was made ooky by the other people in attendance. I will take the teenagers at the Gershwin stagedoor over these people anyday. You would have thought the real Jesus Christ had just walked into the room the way they acted. They spoke in reverent, hushed tones and, when not speaking directly to them, would speak
of them in this weird third-person that suggested they weren't actually right there in that tiny foyer overhearing them. It was embarrassing for both the stars and my friend and I. They weren't acting like groupies, they were acting like cult members awaiting their vodka and applesauce. The scariest part was that three of the people there were a mother and father with their preteen son who had followed the tour through, like, four previous tour stops. CREEPY. And shouldn't that kid be in school?
The way the stars were mingling it felt like an overly-formal cocktail party sans alcohol or a political fundraiser. My friend and I excused ourselves, so I never found out how Ted Neely and Carl Anderson got out of there. They were both super-nice, but God-DAMN! Those are the freakiest fans I've ever met.
And no one grew into anything new, we just became the worst of what we were."
I believe my statement was directed at some of people in these horror stories on this thread, like that Wicked stage door mothers...yikes. 
