Only three or so dancers get to come down the aisles for each performance, and there are two aisles, so she didn't have the opportunity to be rude to anyone else. About 5 more walk across the stage--there is a very thin curtain (I'm too tired to remember the proper name) which is actually transparent, they shine the right lights and it opens to Clara and her parents in their home...and then the guests arrive. Pretty traditional opening.
Oh, and I forgot to add this piece of not so politeness--after the performance the soloists such as Sugar Plum, Nutcracker, etc., go into the lobby in costume to give autographs. (We have to use the traditional Green Room as a dressing room in this venue...it's a lovely theater but short of dressing rooms.) So my daughter, in street clothes as required by the Company, but still with obvious (to me at least, and you would think to others, I took her out to dinner tonight after the last performance, and she got enough looks from the other diners to remind us that false eyelashes and extended eye-liner on a 14 year old the size of a 12 year old is odd-looking) from her stage make up and her hair that she was a dancer--
There was a long line for Sugar Plum autographs. The lobby is very crowded. She said, "Excuse me" to a woman and her grade school daughter. The child responded with, "We're waiting in line for SUGAR PLUM."
She answered, "I just want to get through to get to my dad."
The woman said, "No."
Fortunately, she didn't answer back with, "Hey, I know Sugar Plum, and if I say so, you aren't getting an autograph" or anything snotty like that. She just blinked and went around. The very long way.
We had a good laugh over it, actually. My daughter does really good voice imitiations (which someday I will let her teachers know about) and I am pretty sure she got the intonation just right.