Here's how I put it to our lurkette as she's been processing this over the last few days:
Let's say, at the end of your workday, waiting outside your office door, there was a pack of like twenty people who have been waiting there to congratulate you and adore you and just sort of generally lose their shit when you walk out. Wouldn't that be the best part of your day? And if you didn't want that to happen, couldn't you go out by the office back door instead?
This whole "I don't want to intrude" thing is, IMO, a bit misplaced when the artist himself is walking out to meet the hard-core fans in the theater lobby at the end of the night. As a former performing musician, the post-gig accolades are one of the best parts of the thing.
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