shooting scene.
"Brian?!" Jonathan came to me with a look of surprise, "You look so good!"
Damn it! I suddenly thought of this crop. After Jonathan's favorite Mike has been eliminated, who can help me attract his excess attention
Jonathan, who walked in front of me without noticing the twist of my foot, stretched out his hand and wrapped his arms around my waist. The chiffon skirt was very thin, and the warmth of Jonathan's palm soaked through the fabric of the skirt to my waist.
Unlike the previous kisses with Alice or the upcoming kiss with Jaina, the kisses with the two female models were completely work in nature, without a trace of personal affection. But Jonathan's suggestive physical contact gave me uncontrollable goose bumps on my arms and back.
I put my hand on Jonathan's outstretched hand as soon as I touched it, and quickly took the opportunity to stand firm and quickly walked out of the range of his arms.
"How do you stand firm?" Jonathan looked at me with concern, and then his eyes fell on my bare legs.
The feeling of wearing a skirt is already strange enough, coupled with the strange gaze of an uncle, I uncomfortably pulled the skirt on my body. "I'm fine, we can start filming. My feet hurt a little after wearing high heels for a long time..." I urged in a natural tone, speaking for a natural reason.
The shooting started, and the shooting was over. Ashton, who was free, came to watch, which somewhat restrained Jonathan's behavior.
The shooting process is divided into three parts, one is the scene of men and women walking face-to-face and meeting each other. In this walking scene, the male model dressed as a woman needs to be sprayed with the perfume of the advertisement. Then there is the interpretation of the electric shock-like expressions of the men and women after meeting each other. Finally, there is the picture of the end of the kiss.
Walking in high heels and a knee-length chiffon skirt, Ashton seems to be instructing that when walking, your legs must be clamped above the thighs. I tried to imitate Alice's appearance of walking a model, and I just tried not to be too unnatural, twisted like a comedian.
Then, according to the point that Jaina told me before, I took out the bottle of perfume from my bag, put my hand in front of my chest, and let the mist of perfume spread on my neck. After spraying the perfume, I lowered my head slightly and put on a shy smile on my face, which was just right to match the gazes of the surrounding extras who acted as passers-by.
"Yes, it's cute to be shy..." Jonathan sat in the car with the mobile camera, staring at me and complimented. "Bryan you act like a real girl!"
Although according to the original comedian's request, the spoof factor in the advertisement will be more in line with the script. But I'm thinking about social media voting, the audience watching this video, it's not whether you're funny or not.
After all, there are a total of six videos with the same script, and the unnaturalness of other male models must bring out a lot of the same jokes. What I want to do is to be perfect, which will give the viewer a surprise when viewing the video.
On the other hand, Jaina's performance was less than satisfactory. In fact, the models in the supermodel house all know about Gianna's love for Mike. Just like Jamie was affected by Mike's elimination, Gianna was more seriously affected, and she has been a little absent-minded these two days.
She got even one point lower than me in yesterday's challenge. I thought she would be alerted by yesterday's shock, but she was obviously still a little out of shape. I seem to have made the wrong choice, and Jaina doesn't see any brilliance compared to the relaxed tomboy look of Konani in her arms in the dressing room.
Although Konani became a young mother, when she just saw her dressed as a high school boy who likes to play street basketball and likes to be handsome, she was so vivid. He stretched his hands into the big crotch of his basketball pants, and even made a fake shot while walking.
In the second shot, the lens is very close. I looked at the empty place next to the camera, my eyes moved as if I saw a sexy and handsome man, and then I shyly turned my face and lowered my eyelids. But then, as if he had made up his mind, he looked straight at the camera with a pure but charming smile.
In order to grasp the funny timing of this scene, Jonathan patiently filmed it for me several times. Ashton seemed to remember from this scene the scene when he took a group of hard photos of Mike and Alexandra. He Eating and laughing off-camera.
After shooting this shot, I couldn't help but give him a roll of eyes. Ashton blew me a faceless kiss back.
"You don't like Ashton, do you?" Jonathan's voice suddenly appeared behind me, making my heart skip a beat.
He's too close again! I turned around behind my ears and took a few steps back, to a distance where I felt safe.
My panic seemed to have misunderstood Jonathan, who laughed and gestured to take a step closer. In this case, if I wanted to not offend the judges, I couldn't refuse directly, so I could only sneer and turn around and walk towards Ashton, with the attitude of running away.
Ashton kept joking after I approached: "You're like a bullied little daughter-in-law. Fortunately, Chris is not here, otherwise he should have offended the judges."
In the last kiss scene, in the face of Gianna's embarrassment and unrelaxation, we can only click on the hot kiss that should have been so far. It's like a touch of water. I can only hold Gianna's arm with one hand and make a slight effort to give up. He looked down slightly in the direction of the camera and put his other hand on his lips, hoping that the last paragraph would not be criticized too badly.
This time, except for Ashton and Marvin, the male models were all experienced a catastrophe. After returning to the supermodel house, all of them were wilted. And the reason why Marvin can still laugh after being tortured by high heels all day is because Rena gave him a kiss in advance in the dressing room, making this thirsty boy like Popeye who ate spinach.
A busy week passed almost in the blink of an eye, and Saturday was another knockout round. However, something unexpected happened this weekend.
"Mr. Brian Moss, can you please come with me?" a staff member said as I got off the bus that arrived at the shootout for the knockout match.
"What's the matter?" I asked with a comforting smile.
"Uh..." The staff member turned to look at the other models who were walking into the studio with a vague expression, and whispered, "Two FBI agents contacted the crew and asked to talk to you by name."
Even me, I couldn't help but froze. Why is the FBI looking for me
Don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. But because of the confrontation with Brian's personality, my mental state is often unstable and easily out of control. Therefore, as a person with a guilty conscience, the FBI suddenly came to my door, which was like a bolt from the blue for me.
It's okay...it's okay...I kept telling myself in my heart that my feet had mechanically followed the staff member. Anyway, I believe that I definitely didn't do anything wrong... No matter what, it should be fine.
He waved to Ashton and Chris, who turned their heads frequently, to tell them not to worry. I followed the staff to an idle lounge behind the stage.
Two men in neat suits were already waiting there. I walked into the lounge under the watchful eyes of the two of them, and my nerves were tense when a mouse saw a cat.
"Mr. Brian Morse?" one of the agents began. "We have a few questions about David Vincent that we would like to ask you."
"...David Vincent?" I first repeated the name blankly, and then quickly said, "I don't know anyone named David Vincent, are you looking for the wrong person?" But my heart skipped a beat.
"So maybe you'll know," another agent began. "The name he's using now is Mike, Mike Tatum. Your colleague at Chippendale."
"Mike?" I suppressed my unease and made a very surprised expression. I really can't figure out why Mike would be involved with the FBI. "What happened to him? Did something happen to him?"
Because the National Supermodel Contest in order to ensure the fairness of the competition, the supermodel house is completely isolated from the world. The sudden visit of two FBI agents sent countless guesses running through my head. Mike, in my eyes, except for the past that no one knows about, he usually behaves like an ordinary person. In life, his popularity is even better than mine.
What is it that makes the FBI agents come out? And why did you find me
The two detectives looked at each other strangely, and the other said, "Mr. Morse, maybe you don't know yet, but David Vincent is actually a criminal suspect who we have issued a national wanted for more than three years. ."
"Criminal suspect?! But... Mike has always been a good gentleman in everyone's eyes, and he has never even been involved in drug trafficking and drug use! What level of criminal suspect needs to be dispatched to the FBI?..." I felt my lips were a little dry.
"I'm sorry, but we have to tell you that your friend Mike, who you've known for two years, is actually a suspect in the Eastern District serial murder case who disappeared from Florida three years ago."
"And we checked all the recent call records on the mobile phone number that David Tatum used when he used the pseudonym Mike. You are the only private call except for a lot of work that requires a phone call. We also asked the person in charge of the Chippendale Dance Company. People, they say you and David are the closest friends in the past two years." Another agent said.
"So we would like to ask you to assist in the investigation. You should know that there is an accomplice in hiding the suspect."
These two FBI agents are each other's words, each step by step in terms of discourse dominance. Maybe it's good for ordinary people who are kind and casual, but for me, it can only make me laugh.
Because I've been living in a supermodel house since Mike and I were separated, and every move is being watched by cameras. Even the weekly outgoing calls were made under surveillance cameras.
They used this kind of threat-like method to pressure me, which was superfluous. Because even if I had anything to do with Mike, they didn't have any proof.
In the process of questioning the two of them, countless thoughts flashed in my mind.
Just when my mind was in a mess, something that put me in a crisis broke out like this. Because of a momentary slack in my mind, I let the things that I have been trying to suppress since I lost control of Dan's affairs to break free.
America's Next Top Model's hectic, non-stop schedule, and the reason to mix with other contestants. So I couldn't get enough time to self-hypnotize myself and psychological counseling after that out of control. The hidden dangers that were buried at that time are now backlashed all of a sudden.
Brian's memory filled my five senses, and my eyes seemed to be blood red. Mike's usual smiling face flashed in the hallucination, and his hand shook gently, shaking off the drop of blood on his hand.
A strong sense of disgust surged from my mind, hitting my limbs. I took a few steps back with my hands over my face, trembling and about to fall.
…
No wonder, no wonder I always thought Mike was so much like me with Brian inside me. We always have fake and condescending smiles on our faces, and we talk about trumped-up hobbies during afternoon tea. After turning around, his hands were covered in blood.
So like, like it makes me want to use a sharp knife to cut through his hypocritical expression when he makes that hypocritical smile at me! Then let him fall into the abyss of hell!
…
But then... what's the difference between me and him? …
I heard myself laughing shyly, and I felt the coolness of tears in my eyes as I covered my face in my hands. Yeah, the closest friend I've known for two years turned out to be a serial killer in hiding, and I should be shivering, crying, and grief-stricken.
With a bang, the door of the room was slammed open.
"What happened, gentlemen?" a familiar voice called out suddenly, "God! Brian, Brian! What did you do to him? He's not your prisoner! Our camera records prove him and yours. The case, it doesn't matter! You guys will be prosecuted for overdoing it!...Look what you did?! He's now the player I'm most looking forward to!!"
Jonathan's voice, which I originally hated, brought me back to reality in a hum in my ears. The blood red in front of him seemed to dissipate, and Brian was dragged back to the cage I reinforced again.
At the moment when the killing intent receded, I suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. It was the first time that my own distaste for serial killers had been combined with Brian's bloodlust, and it was just a few seconds of derangement that spoke to my mental instability.
Obviously Brian's younger brother, Dexter, also killed people, but why didn't I have the intention to kill? Could it be because of the obsession in Brian's heart that offset my distaste for serial killers
If so, can I use this to deepen my self-suggestion and build an unbreakable cage deep inside? But Brian's obsession with Dexter could lead me to a fork in the road. This is a risky endeavor.
I should be thankful for Mike's exposure, which allowed me to discover the underlying crisis in my psyche in advance. Two years after I came out of the sanitarium, I really started to relax too much with myself.
As an ordinary person who suddenly learned the bad news of a friend and felt deceived, what should their reaction be
Jonathan rushed over and squatted down and took me in his arms. I relaxed my body for an excuse and said intermittently, "Mike...he wouldn't be like that...he's my only friend for the past two years!" This is the police Always hear from the serial killer's friends and neighbors, he's not that kind of person.
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Bryan. But we have to know about David Tatum from you. As far as we know, you are the closest person he has come to since he changed his name to Mike. Maybe we can get the message from you to us. , find out where he might be hiding." Detective Mr. Redface, seeing that something was wrong, tried his best to speak before the always burning detective, Mr. Blackface.
Detective Mr. Blackface said helplessly: "Well, anyway, even if he doesn't say it, as long as the BAU team is sent from above, there is nothing to hide from us."