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Bitten by The Big, Bad Wolf
It started in Moulamein. I was six years old, dressed as the Big Bad Wolf in a production called Mixed Nursery Rhymes, and something clicked. Not a small click, a full-body, tunnel-vision, this-is-what-I'm-here-for click. For the next two decades, everything I did was pointed at a single destination: acting. How could I turn away from the adrenaline of being in front of an audience who clapped and laughed on queue? What a feeling! I skylarked through my teens as a self-appoin
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