He finally made it to the restroom, peeled off the destroyed underwear, and tossed it straight into the trash. He then tried to salvage his outfit before — deep sigh — he still went in to read for the role, poopocalypse be damned. Bro, no! Just go home! WTF? And if you’re wondering, he didn’t book the role.
Kitsch later said the whole ordeal was “disgusting,” but also darkly funny: “You haven’t truly paid your dues until you’ve soiled yourself before an audition and still gone in because you need the job.” You tell yourself that, Taylor. I am pretty sure
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