I’ve been to a few crapollas and this is how it seems to work:
Some theatre going psycho in the front row stands up. Everyone behind is confused - the show wasn’t that great. (??) The friends of Mr/Mrs Psycho are now pretty much obliged to stand up. Next, all the no-brainers stand up, cause hey! that’s what the people in the front did! Now this doesn’t leave us normal folk with much of a decision, we can either play along and give the painted faces their jollies, or we can look like one giant ass while they memorize our faces and tattoo them on their mental hit lists.
And after the way that one French guy in tights looked at me when I yawned, I’ll probably be the first on my feet.