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Zac Efron
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Because, well ... duh.
In my funny memoir Starf*cker, I wrote a bit about working with Zac directly back when he was 18-and-a-day years old. He was a very bright pleaser, and very self-conscious when he wasn't eating up the attention everyone showered on him. He was a born performer, and he truly struck me as a decent person.
I hope his emotional demons are behind him. His physical shell couldn't be more perfect.
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