To many fans out there, meeting a celebrity was a dream come true. Getting an autograph, a picture, and maybe even getting a hug at the end, however that's not always the case for others. These fans share another story when they met a celebrity and it felt more like a nightmare. Content has been edited for clarity.
"My sister and I saw Alec Baldwin, Tina Fey, and Salma Hayek on the street when we were eating lunch. They were just coming out of a car, about to go into some building next to us. We had no idea why they were together but in retrospect, it was definitely because they were filming 30 rock together.
My sister said, 'Oh my god! Is that Tina Fey?!'
Then Alec Baldwin turned around and went right in her face and said, 'Don't friggin' say don't, don't speak to us, why would you say something like that? You can't speak to us, not now.'
But it didn't end there, he yelled again at us outside his building, saying,'DONT LOOK OVER HERE, TURN AROUND AND EAT YOUR FOOD. Take a hike, bozos.'
He sounded genuinely furious at us. Almost like he wanted us to yell back and start something with him.
Honestly, my sister was on the verge of tears, it was horribly embarrassing. Everybody knows, now, that Alec Baldwin has a history of screaming at people. But at the time we had no idea. Don't get me wrong, my sister shouldn't have yelled at Tina Fey like that, but the way Alec snapped was straight-up scary like he was about to physically hurt her.
Salma Hayek and some other lady who I didn't recognize came over and apologized to us. She asked if we wanted her to go and get Tina and get her autograph because apparently, Tina felt bad too, but we said no. She then talked to us about the food we were eating, which was Mexican food, and we ended up having a brief conversation about New York's lack of quality Mexican food. She was incredibly charismatic and sweet."
"This was around 2002-2003 time frame when I was working a drive-thru at a Burger King.
One day, Justin Timberlake came up at the drive-thru with someone else driving, but he was sticking his head out and said to us, 'Hey! Hey! Hey!'
I didn't recognize him but he asked if we knew who he was, and I said no but my coworker said yes.
Then he looked at me and said, 'You don't know me?'
I was just really confused. My coworker said it was Justin Timberlake.
And he said, 'Yeah! HELLO! Come on man!'
Then from there he just had a small talk with us. He asked us how work was and how our day was. But here's the thing, the entire time, he was leaning over on the driver, who was clearly uncomfortable and a bit crushed by him leaning over on him.
He asked me if I was from the Middle East. I replied no, but he clearly didn't listen because then he said, 'Yeah that sucks! Sorry for the whole Afghanistan thing.'
He then asked us if we wanted his autograph, and we said sure, and he wrote it down and gave it to us. He then said bye and left.
It was all in all a really amusing experience, but I try not to let it influence my view of him because he was clearly on something that day. He just came off a bit like a big goofy attention-loving goon the entire time."
"Personally, my worst encounter as a crew member was with James Corden. He was an absolute prick - pretty much universally agreed that he was a nightmare to work with. There must be something about mediocre British comics with their one joke being I'm fat so I'm funny.
He was rude and impatient with the crew on set and couldn't take basic requests without huffing or eye-rolling about it. We weren't talking about anything major either, just asking if he could adjust his eye line or not talk over a shot. He was nice enough to the director and seemed to be having a great time with other actors, but his attitude to anyone 'beneath' him was genuinely disgusting.
Every conversation I heard him having was in some way negative - he was either taking his frustration out of someone, complaining about something, or name-dropping. He had a very why the heck are you talking to me tone of voice, even when it was literally your job to talk to him.
The fuss he made about not wanting any contact with the public whilst filming was excessive too. When you're filming in public, you do get locals who gather and watch what's going on, and sometimes actors will go and have a chat. It's not a requirement and I totally understand actors who don't want to put on their public face after a long day shooting. But no one even asked him to do it and he was kicking off about how they were hanging around. Funny thing was, there were bigger names than him on set. I doubt anyone was even there for him."
"I was standing in line as a younger lady to go to a trio set of clubs downtown. One of the buildings was a dance club (where my friends and I were going), and one of the buildings was a bar and the other was a small live music venue. The stage door was directly to my right. While we waited in line, guess who I happened to see come out of it and became face to face with me?
This had to be the very early stages of his band, Thirty Seconds To Mars because, at that point, I hadn't even heard of them or what the music was (and still don't!) My life. However, I was a huge Jared Leto fan because I liked his acting roles I'd seen. Requiem For A Dream was one of my favorites.
I said to him, obviously starstruck, 'Oh my gosh! It's you! I'm a big fan!'
He looked at me like I was dog poo on the bottom of his shoe, rolled his eyes, and walked directly back into the stage door. My best friend said I probably scared him. I just think he's a jaggoff. I'll hate him forever now."
"I saw Alec Baldwin at a grocery store in Los Angeles yesterday. I told him how cool it was to meet him in person, but I didn’t want to be a loser and bother him and ask him for photos or anything.
He said, 'Oh, like you’re doing now?'
I was taken aback, and all I could say was, 'Huh?'
From there he kept cutting me off and going, 'Huh? Huh? Huh?' and closing his hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard him chuckle as I walked off.
When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw him trying to walk out the doors with like fifteen Milky Ways in his hands without paying.
The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional and was said to him, 'Sir, you need to pay for those first.'
At first, he kept pretending to be tired and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter. When she took one of the bars and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually 'to prevent any electrical interference,' and then turned around and winked at me.
I don’t even think that’s a word. After she scanned each bar and put them in a bag and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by yawning loudly."
"Everyone knows Kevin Spacey as an abusive clown now, but this was over ten years ago when he was in Superman Returns (the reboot with Kate Bosworth as Lois and Brandon Routh as Superman). I was working as a sound engineer in a post-production studio, and we were hired as the facility for the stars to record some post-filming dialogue. Like many places, we had a little setup for making coffees and lattes and stuff. Spacey came out on a break and started raising a stink about how we didn’t have a particular brand of vanilla syrup for the lattes, and basically said he would walk out if we didn’t go get some.
Well, the poor receptionist was sent all the way across town to some boutique store to go get this syrup. This was Los Angeles so that meant she was in two-plus hours of bumper-to-bumper traffic round trip. As soon as she made it back, she made the coffee for Spacey and brought it to him. We all saw this because work had been at a stoppage while she got the darn syrup.
He took one sip of the coffee and threw the cup in the trash, then looked at the girl and said, 'I just wanted to see if I could make you do it.'
And on top of that, he went home for the rest of the day. What. A. Clown."
"I used to be a pro musician. My top two dimwits, I had worked with in some capacity:
First is Sebastian Bach, singer from Skid Row/guy on every rock-themed TV show for some unbelievable reason. Easily the biggest dimwit rock music may have ever produced. I've never talked to a single person who's worked with him that had a single nice thing to say, from venue management to techs to his own band members.
No matter how many accommodations are made for him, he would find something, not to his liking and it would become the focal point of his entire day.
One venue handler I talked to said Bach tried to punch him while he was on the road driving Bach from his hotel to the venue because he couldn't get the temperature in the van 'right.'
I've done three shows with Bach over the years, and I regretted it every time.
Fun fact, if you watched him sing live in recent years, whenever he hit one of his high notes, you would see him wave his hand in this weird way. He was signaling his sound guy to kick in a heavy delay effect on his mic because he couldn't hold those notes anymore.)
Next is George Lynch, lead guitar in Dokken. We did a medium-sized club opening for his band Lynch Mob. It was Lynch on guitar, original singer Oni Logan (who was cool as heck,) Jimmy D'Anda from the Bulletboys on drums, and Sean McNabb on bass, who was also an actor in Sons of Anarchy and probably the most famous guy on that stage at that time. He was an absolute joy to work with, too. George, on the other hand. Oh boy!
Their soundcheck was hilarious. They rolled in, their crew set their stuff up, they asked if the production was live. Once they got the yes, they cranked everything to 11 and went into 'River of Love' so loud it was shaking ceiling material loose. The sound guy went sprinting for the board to turn everything down.
George was so unnecessarily rude. He had this handler he only referred to as 'tender,' and when someone spoke to him, he would yell, 'Tender!'
The guy would come over, Lynch would whisper to him, and this guy would answer the question or whatever.
What really aggravated me was after the show. Obviously, Dokken and Lynch Mob weren't the stars they were in the 80s and early 90s. Only maybe ten people hung out after the show to try and get pictures/autographs. One of these folks happened to be a paralyzed guy in a wheelchair who had been a huge Dokken fan his whole life and just wanted to meet George for a minute. Even the venue staff and other band members were begging George to leave the dressing room and meet the guy.
Nope, wouldn't do it. The rest of the band ended up coming out, giving him a bunch of free signed merch, took photos and stuff, but no George.
Then, Sean came out and told their merch chick to cut all the prices in half so they could get rid of stuff. They were basically giving away shirts, guitar picks, and other stuff. Oh, buddy, when George heard about that, he finally came out. He screamed at this poor merch girl until she was in tears that she was not to cut any prices and forget anybody who said to do so."
"I once made a drink for Britney Spears at Starbucks maybe six or seven years ago that left my co-workers and me all thinking she was an entitled diva. But with the information that has been coming out in the last couple of years, I realize we had it all wrong.
I was on bar duty that day and I remember glancing into the lobby and thought, 'Huh, that chick looks like Britney Spears, only older and skinnier.'
She was gorgeous but looked drawn and thin, I thought maybe hungover or partied way too hard, wearing that denim miniskirt, platform heels, a fringe halter top, and smeared dark eyeliner. I reached for my next cup and in sharpie, it said 'Brit - Dave,' and I was a bit confused. But I didn't put too much thought into it, so I made the drink anyway. Britney was standing with her arms crossed tightly over her chest, looking at the floor, very standoffish. I called out the drink for 'Dave,' she stared at it, reached for it, then drew her hand back to her arms crossed position. Some dude picked it up and handed it to her, and they left.
I caught my coworker on the register and said, 'Was that...'
She automatically began recounting her experience which was that when she said, 'Hi! What can I get for you?'
The bodyguard said, 'Brit, what are you having?'
Though she was right in front of my coworker, instead she gave her order to her bodyguards (apparently there were two), and although my coworker could hear it perfectly, the bodyguard repeated it. When a coworker went to write her name on the cup (which was standard and enforced at all times at my store), the bodyguard held up his hand and said, 'Excuse me, do not write her name on the cup. It's Dave. My name's Dave.'
So that explains the crossed-out name. My coworker was irritated because it was like she was invisible. She had addressed Britney directly (because she was at the counter), had clearly heard the order, had written down the exact name the dude addressed her by, but it was like (she felt) she wasn't good enough to have direct contact with her so she had to have some sort of middle man when they were two feet apart.
Now that I've heard about how little advocacy Britney had over her entire life, I'm completely second-guessing my initial reaction to the experience. It seems entirely plausible now that she wasn't permitted to interact with anybody during that outing. Extremely sad."
"Our classmate's mom was a producer within the company that produced a show and got our class a pass to get on the set of the show: Scrubs, while they were filming.
Let me just say, I was seventeen years old and Scrubs was my favorite show at the time. I was ecstatic and I knew how blessed I was.
Fast forward, and we arrived at the hospital (old and not in use for medical stuff anymore). We walked around the set and met some cast members and then we got to watch an unaired episode in the cafeteria. After that, they told us to come into the hallway, and there they were. Donald Faison and Zach Braff, the two main characters, just down the hallway from us. They asked us to be quiet and we watched them film a scene.
'Dreams do come true,' I thought.
Afterward, one of the producers asked us if we wanted to meet them and we all giggled like little girls. We started walking down the hall. When we were within earshot of both stars we saw Zach Braff darting eyes at us.
He said loudly and clearly, 'Are those friggin high school students? Ah, get them away from me.'
And before we could reach him, he let out this disgusting snobby snort and turned around, and walked away. The class literally thought he was joking and we laughed but he kept walking and we never saw him the rest of the day. It was a huge disappointment and realization the character didn't match the actor (teenager me still didn't know).
Donald Faison caught on to our disappointment.
He tried to excuse Braff by saying things like, 'Oh he's just joking! He doesn't mean it guys, you guys are awesome!"
He started asking us our names and what schools we are from. He shook all of our hands, laughed, and made jokes. He even took group and individual photos. It wasn't long but he made the time and would try to remember and call us by our names when he spoke to us. He was smiling and laughing the whole time, the whole thing was so wholesome and such a great experience. I still have the picture I took with him, his big arm around my shoulder.
He became one of my favorite actors that day. What a great guy.
After a few moments, he said he had to go work on some other things and enjoyed his time meeting us and asked if we had any last questions before he left. You should have seen him when he asked if we had any last questions. It was like he was supposed to be in a hurry, but he leaned towards us as if to imply that he would stop and answer any questions and give us all his attention in the world. I hope that Donald Faison knows how great if a guy he is."
"Michael Buble. Such a knucklehead. He tried to cut to the front of the line during a Christmas rush (if you've ever worked retail during Christmas, you'd understand how terrible this is). I worked at a popular bath product store, and holidays were always insane. The line this day was almost out the door.
My interaction with him went like this:
He was just walking to the front of the line, winked at me like he thought he'd get away with it.
Me: 'No way dude, back of the line.'
Him: 'Oh come on, please?'
Me: 'Absolutely not. Back.'
Him: 'Don't you know who I am?'
Me: 'I don't, and I don't care. Back of the line.'
Him: 'I'm Michael Buble. Come on.'
Me: 'Well I'm (my name). Back of the line.'
Women in line: 'Oh my god, he can budge. It's okay!'
Me: 'Don't encourage him! Back of the line!'
He did indeed go to the back of the line, glaring the entire way.
My manager was dying. She took me to the back after and said, 'So you don't know who that was, eh?'
He's just a dude! Why should he get fancy treatment because he can sing? Back of the line, knucklehead."
"I worked on a movie with Ricky Gervais a few years ago (I work in film in the camera department, and work very closely with the cast). He wrote, directed, starred, and produced this movie. This was his baby. And for all his roles, he was barely there. When he was, he was an absolute prick to the crew, yelling and swearing at people on set. I will specify that he didn't verbally harass individual crew members, but instead demeaned us as a whole.
Ricky hated seeing people eat and/or chew, so gum was forbidden on set. Every three working hours we have it in our contract that we were to be fed a small meal. Ricky wouldn't let that food on set because of his neuroses, which meant that many people who are unable to leave set to eat would be unable to eat anything for up to eight hours a day, depending on when or if we broke for lunch.
He barely directed this movie. He'd leave early or come in late almost every single day, and most of the time one of the other crew members (1st Assistant Director, or Assistant Director) or the Director of Photography would end up directing the scene. During the penultimate scene of the movie, we were shooting deep in a conservation park during a torrential downpour. The huge action sequence, tons of FX, and we built a whole bloody village there. Very expensive, an important day where you would imagine the director would want/be forced to be in attendance. You know, directing the bloody movie.
Anyway, the crew started work around four-thirty or five in the morning, with an hour drive to the location itself from the nearest city center. It took us two to three hours to physically get the gear to set; slogging gear cases and carts that weighed hundreds of pounds through mud up to your knees, so we were all pretty eager to get this day over with. It was finally time for our cast and director to start telling us where to point the cameras, but Ricky had not made his way to the set yet. We waited. And waited. And an hour later we would hear definitively that Ricky would not come to set until it stopped raining (The rain did not present a continuity issue, he just didn't want to get wet) So there we all were a hundred exhausted, hungry, ticked-off film technicians standing around in this fake village in the woods with very little shelter from the rain, waiting around for Ricky to leave his nice warm trailer.
Finally, it cleared up enough to the point where Ricky traveled to set, and we managed to get everything filmed that he specifically was in the frame for (approximately two hours). The moment they called cut on the last on-camera scene he took off and left the rest of us to shoot for thirteen more hours with no director.
The whole experience was really heartbreaking, I was such a huge fan of his. I even turned down another more lucrative movie at the time just to get a chance to work with him."