One thing was clear: my conversation partner wasn’t used to being addressed in a theatre by a strange man. My excuse is that I wasn’t a strange man. I was a paying member of the audience talking theatre in a theatre to another member of the audience who had probably also paid to be there. It doesn’t get much safer than that. Nevertheless, it does only take one, so maybe she had a point. Despite the fact I was trying to strike up a conversation with her, her partner, who sat in the seat on the other side of her, did most of the talking. We both raved about a recent production we’d seen independently. He was rapidly making the far better interlocutor. As it was, though, the houselights went down, and a hushed expectancy settled over the many heads.
“Enjoy the show,” I whispered to my direct neighbour. But both her fear and the opening notes of the introductory music were too much to warrant a response. Pity.