The King of Douchebagestan.

The King of Douchebagestan. So the kids I teach performed on Saturday. They were truly amazing! I was so proud! The dances went like a dream, as did the two songs. They looked really confident and they were enjoying it, which is the main thing at the end of the day. However, one man, let’s call him the king of Douchebagestan, decided to mess with the wrong woman. As they were performing their last number, a big choir group were walking past the stage to get back stage ahead of their performance (They were on after us) Not only was it distracting having a big group of singers sneaking past the stage as the kids were singing – but the King of Douchebagestan tought it would be a good idea to shout – Yes shout – instructions to one of his choir members right next to me. Just off stage. Yes. That’s right. Right next to the stage where my 6 -13 year old children were performing. He was obviously trying to shout over their lovely singing. After a little while I turned around and asked them to be quiet. The stage manager and one of his performers (who were also involved in the conversation), said sorry straight away whereas the King of Douchebagestan simply says: “Eeer. It’s not like the audience is going to hear me. I’m standing right to the speaker.” Erm. Exactly. You’re standing next to the speaker – just off stage – shouting. I was actually stunned and slowly turned around, thinking that I didn’t want to create a scene in the middle of the kids’ performance. After they had performed and the kids were safely out of earshot I could see the King of Douchebagestan walking backstage. I was already explaining to Brooks what had happened. I was still fuming and so I approached him. He clearly needed a lesson in stage craft/professional attitude/general lesson on how one should behave in life towards other human beings (And a make-over, the man was over 60 and was wearing a brown leather jacket! Anyway, that’s beside the point). Again he huffs: It’s not like the audience would hear me! At this point, he’s only a few inches away from me. I’m in no way backing off, I felt like I was protecting my children. . I say that he is rude. What he did is disrespectful. The kids could hear him. We were still performing; he had no right to start shouting in the middle of our performance. Again the King of Douchebagestan laughs and says: I think you got your knickers in a bit of a twist. I can’t express my feelings at this remark. It’s so unbelievable rude, sexist, belittling and unprofessional. At this point he was tad too menacing so luckily B was there to push him away saying: okay, that’s enough from you. You’re sexist and rude, you need to go now!! The man laughs and walks away. Soon after one of the stage managers approach me to ask what had happened. I tell her the whole story and she says that he’s been rude and just terrible to all stage staff and that they would not be rebooking them next year. Karma King of Douchebagestan.