Five minutes before the audition, I had the mother of all stomach upsets.
And five minutes after the bombing run, I was whisked into the audition room.
The feeling of having shitted your brains out lingered throughout the whole monologue performance … I hope I manage to not pull off the constipated look.
“We’ve seen what we needed to see” was the comment given, and within five minutes, my audition was over.
