But when I straighten up and turn around to deliver my lines . . . it’s not Kiera’s face I see. It’s Amy’s. Specifically, I’m suddenly imagining Seth gripping Amy’s red hair, as he pushes her down and forces her to suck his cock, all in the name of him doing me a motherfucking favor. I lose my shit. Not about some stupid penny. For real. Without conscious thought, my scripted lines pour out of me, like I’m thinking of them on the fly. I’m in a weird, alternate dimension right now. I’m Private Sherman, saying all the right words. Feeling all the right rage toward Private Hawkings, while still
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Colin put his feelings out there and everyone pleased with his performance
