what would you do if you were in my place?

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Last night, hubby and I took two clients to Casino Rama for a nice dinner and to see Ms. Dionne Warwick, who happens to be a particular favourite of mine. I was really looking forward to it and and did not even feel like playing the slots much (which is saying a lot for me!) because I was so excited to see and hear her, especially with that teaser of her singing in last week's episode of Dancing with the Stars. Anyway, we were seated half an hour early to showtime, and I had an end seat (I walk with a cane due to the stroke I suffered last year). My clients were to my right and hubby was the inside bookend. When Ms. Warwick started her show, she made it a point to encourage the audience to sing along with her if they knew the words and of course, we were all happy to comply. The two seats in front of me were empty until about Ms. Warwick's fourth song. By then, the audience was thoroughly warmed up, we were happily singing along, the whole row behind us was singing along, we were all very happily traipsing along memory lane. All of a sudden one of the women in front of me reached back and grabbed my arm and told me "I came to listen to Dionne Warwick sing, not to listen to you sing. Stop it!" Needless to say I was shocked. My face burned from the humiliation and my pipes froze mid-song. The ladies behind me told me "Don't stop! This is all fun, you are having fun, we are supposed to be having fun. Why should you stop? Go ahead and sing as much as you want!" By that time, I felt really bad, and I wanted to tell the woman in front of me that had she not come late, she would have heard Ms. Warwick encourage us, the audience, to sing along with her. I did not want to start a slagging session with her, because that would have been more of a bother to the rest of our section, but I stewed the whole time. Of course, it ruined my evening, but I had to put up a brave and smiling front for my clients. After half an hour, the two women in front of me stood up to leave! I couldn't believe it. And just to let you know how loud her rebuke was, our whole section stopped singing. The crowd in the rest of the theatre did not, though, and when she left, we started to sing again, but the feeling was not the same. Ms. Warwick, though, was absolutely, completely divine. Seeing her and hearing her in person was really worth it. She is such a classy lady. If you were in my shoes, what would you have done?