I labeled it "Izzy's Jam" and near the end of his show scurried up to the stage, kinda hunkered down like - not wanting to impede on the audience's view behind me. Though the circumstances would have dictated a proud Diva~esh saunter... I am only so brave. Besides, now in retrospect, a scurrying, hunched over Diva that's trying not to attract any attention to herself is pretty comical...
After the show, on our way to the loo I received a generous cat-call from a gentlemen in line for the next show only to have his girlfriend hit him in the arm and tell him to "Shut UP! That's a GUY!"