It happened to Wendy during a Broadway performance. Thank God Alan Rickman didn’t come stare her down from the edge of the stage. The extenuating circumstance (isn’t there always one) was that she thought she’d forgotten the phone at home.
I make light of it in yoga class, though some eyes roll still. No such luck for a patron of the New York Phil. Yikes! Via superconductor:
http://super-conductor.blogspot.com/2012/01/mahler-interrupted.html
