Any actor in the Entertainment Industry will say that their least favorite part of making a movie is the press aspect of it. While fun at first, press tours get monotonous and exhausting. Red carpets are second-worst: the last stretch of movie making and it is full of tiresome and callous questions. While the actor is dressed-to-the-nines, they’re paraded around on a dog-and-pony show, walking in front of a step and repeat background and posing for the cameras.

Add rain to this, and it’s certainly going to be a nightmare.

The drops hit the measly excuse of a tent roof with a loud thud, thud, thud: a cacophony of nuisance. Interviewers and fans alike hounded stars for questions and photos, the latter pressing against the barriers separating them from the carpet.

Austin Butler, the belle of the ball, makes his slow descent through the carpet, drenched. His suit sticks to his (albeit-toned) body, cold water soaking him to the bone. His usually-fluffy hair is matted and sad, and it’s clear the lack of dryness is taking an effect on him.

He treks from interviewer to interviewer. He stops at one, a charming smile on his face.

“What’s your name?” he asks, tilting his head and glancing at the interviewer through his eyelashes.

The interviewer flusters, grip on the mic tightening. They stammer out a question, and try to push the questions back to him.

“I mean, your answers are most interesting than mine,” he jokes, full-flirt on. “What do you like to do, y’know, when it’s not raining and fifty degrees outside?” He pushes his floppy hair away from his face with a slender, veined hand, and never breaks eye contact.