When I was fresh out of college, I worked as an intern at an Austin Theater. There were only a few celebrities I met there, mostly due to the various fund-raisers we held, but some were in the shows that came through town.
Most were decent enough. I just ran in, handed papers or passed them in the main hall, etc. The only ones who really pissed me off were Dionne Warwick and a local TV anchor. Ms. Warrick demanded that we put a second phone line in her dressing room for her ONE NIGHT appearance, and she wanted to take down a
wall backstage to make her room bigger (er...hello. It's a historical landmark). When she did not get what she wanted, she trashed her dressing room, threw stuff at the stage crew (her OWN stage crew, as it was a traveling tour; figure
that one out) and generally was just batshit crazy.
The other pain the ass was a local news anchor who had agreed to do a celebrity fashion show at the theater for a local children's charity. Dillard's donated the clothes, various local celebs volunteered and the theater donated the time and staff. The male celebs had to come in for fittings because they were all going to wearing tuxes. They all agreed and had various appointments set up for over THREE WEEKS. But no. This db of a local newsanchor said he just couldn't make it. He was a no show at three or four fittings, and then had the NERVE to complain when we asked him to come a few hours before the show to get a properly tailored outfit---and the tailors had donated their time for this, too. This ass shows up about 15 minutes before he's scheduled to go on. The tailor literally sewed him into a tuxedo.
My boss and I sat clapping politely as he came down the runaway. And she--a 5 foot model of Southern gentility--elbowed me and said, "I hope that bastard is full of pins."
I can't even remember what the fucker's name was, but I remember his face and his bullet-proof black hair.
Actually, most of the local people were really nice. The nicest of them all was Austin news anchor Fred Cantu. He was like everyone's Grandpa. I loved that guy. He was nice as hell.
For the nice people: Mandy Patinkin was really nice. I loved his shows and saw every performance. He even noticed me nervously waiting for all the guests to leave before I dared ask for an autograph. Dirk Benedict was REALLY nice, especially when he saw I had his book in my hand. He was great.
Bruce A. Young was in a performance at a local college, so I went to see him, as I loved him on the show, "The Sentinel." I'd never gone backstage as just a fan, and it was REALLY small theater, so I stepped out and very nervously asked for his autograph. I couldn't even look him in the eye. He just threw his arms around me and yelled, "Aren't you sweet!" He even gave me a cold soda from their ice chest and called over to Tim Russ: "I have a fan!"
John Rhys-Davies was a wonderful surprise. I expected him to be sort of regal or professorial--but he was just a really friendly guy--and one HELL of a flirt. I thought I could make HIM blush, but it was completely the other way around!
