Der Brucer and I were in the audience for the opening night of Ragtime at the recently demolished Shubert Theater in Los Angeles.
We'd seen one of the previews, and liked it very much. A friend of ours was friends with someone on the publicity staff for the opening night, and said staffer was looking for seat-fillers for the opening night. Der B., of course, said that we'd be glad to go.
This led to our standing in the Los Angeles afternoon heat in our best suits (not our tuxedos, just our best suits), waiting for the celebs to enter the theater. The line for the seat-fillers was off to the side of the theater, basically out of sight of everyone else, and given how most of the seat-fillers were NOT in THEIR best suits, I agree with our placement, but it was uncomfortable. Finally, it came time for us to be allowed into the theater, and der B. and I, towards the front of the line, started to the doors.
Suddenly, someone from the staff rushed up and pulled der B. and myself away. While most of the seat-fillers were led to seats towars the back of the theater, WE were led to seats in the very front row! Off to the side, to be sure, but front row all the same!
The moral being, whenever possible wear your very best suit. You never know when something good will come from your choice of apparel!
(Yes, there were celebs there. But der B. and I were polite and didn't impose ourselves upon them.)