Не мой, естественно. Я копирую сюда самое ключевое, если кому надо прочитать всё для воссоздания атмосферы, тумблер автора здесь, додзо ))

We spent all day doing our thing and around 10 pm a man walked out on stage that I hadn’t seen all day. I was sitting in the very back of the theater and while wearing my contacts (they turn my eyes such a lovely shade of blue from the dark fudgey brown color they are) so my view wasn’t great. The man had dark hair and carried a guitar. He dressed very plainly; dark colored hoodie and jeans. At first, I thought nothing of him, just another stage hand, until people started shaking his hand and this man was just causing a general ruckus. I looked around but not many other people were there. We were on break and mostly everyone had gone out to the lobby for pizza. I was too lazy and too tired for pizza so I’d stayed seated in the theater with only three other extras. I took a better look at the guy and recognized the ugly white loafers. Holy shit, it was Tom! We wrapped right after that so not much to tell on this day.

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