ABSTRACT
In May 2014, I attended Aladdin at the New Amsterdam Theatre. I purchased a single seat in one of the house right boxes, expecting that the seat next to me would most likely remain unoccupied. About ten minutes before the curtain, a young girl and her mother approached the box and the girl sat down. Her mother, who was Indonesian, did her best to speak to me, apologizing in advance for her daughter and telling me that she hoped she would behave during the performance. I assured her that she would not be a bother and that I was happy to have her sit next to me.
