"Brian, why do you want to come to America's Next Top Model?" Taylor asked this question after I finished walking.
When Taylor asked this question, my eyes were blank for a moment, and then the smile on the corner of my mouth was just right. "For life, ma'am. When I was four years old, my mother was the victim of a vicious case that my own brother and I witnessed. Mother was my only relative, because of the spirit of the Excited, I was sent to a mental sanatorium, and since then I lost news of my three-year-old brother..."
I didn't try to hide this personal information, because it's not that hard to find out about my past. On the contrary, the tragic story will definitely have a sensational effect after it is broadcast, and the best part is that it is all true.
"I really want to know if he's doing well... but I'm also afraid that he remembers what happened at the time..." I frowned and looked sad, "so I just say it here to complete myself. an obsession."
Seeing Tyler take a breath and put his hand over his mouth, and the piercing gazes of the other waiting models in the room began to shake, I knew the story worked.
The story not only impresses the audience, but also impresses the judges, and makes other models who are competitors feel less hostile toward me. After all, a gentle boy who always treats people with a smile on his face doesn't seem so difficult to get along with, right? Even if it looks like a formidable enemy, there is no need to target him.
I know that after the semifinals of America's Next Top Model, all the models live under one roof for nearly a month. And the camera will also shoot the life clips of the models in the villa. In order for me to continue to be indifferent to the world and not appear cowardly in the camera, I need to make my roommates before the war starts. Just leave me out.
"Of course, this is what my psychiatrist told me. After all these years of information, I don't remember the scene at that time. But after the treatment, I was also past the age to be adopted." My stand The posture is very relaxed, his hands are folded between his legs, and he looks directly at the ground in front of the judges' table, "After the age of eighteen, I need a job to support myself. My mother gave me this."
I raised my finger and pointed to my face, raised my face slightly to let the shadows on my face disappear, and raised a smile that was neither salty nor light. Some playful jokes broke the original heaviness and made me more optimistic. Repeating the tragic story over and over again, people may be impressed by the story, but at the same time it will also label you as a person with that story.
To capitalize on a story and not be remembered just for it, you also need to show your personality when it suits you. It's no use telling how you got out of the shadows just by emphasizing how you were so strong. Not as impressive as a well-placed joke. After all, in addition to looking at faces, men with a sense of humor are still popular these days, aren't they
Taylor had tears in his eyes, but he burst into laughter when he heard this. Rob and Jonathan also took a deep breath and relaxed their shoulders. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the models waiting by the side of the room, and their gazes at me became gentle.
"After I became independent, I worked several jobs every day and spent two years studying myself. This year, I was finally admitted to the Department of Psychology at Stanford University." When the tragic story came to an abrupt end, I added inspirational stories. "When I got the letter, I was really excited. But I knew that I didn't have enough savings to cover my tuition for a few years of college. The school started in a month, so I wanted to try this opportunity in the last month. Do your best."
At the end of the story, the narration of dozens of seconds makes people feel unsatisfied. The inspirational story seemed to impress the judges deeply, and the waiting models also began to whisper. Obviously, it is rare for models with high education, let alone students from world-renowned universities.
I could feel the shots of all three cameras except one being aimed at the jury, and the other two were focusing on me. I started to get red in the eye sockets just in time for a close-up shot of a camera. A smile with tears, how to move people's hearts is my eternal topic.
After the review, I was already sure that I would make it to the top 35 of the semi-finals. Because when I was about to leave, Jonathan specifically approached me for a solo visit.
It's the kind that talks to himself in a quiet background facing the camera. This personal narrative method will also be used repeatedly in the subsequent shooting process. After all, the shooting focus of America's Next Top Model, in addition to the process of shooting hard photos and the challenge competition, is the details of life and personal narrative in the model villa.
The personal character of each contestant will be reflected in the personal narrative. Contestants will be asked to comment on some conflicting incidents in the villa, their own feelings about a photo shoot, etc. This is also one of the main points of my focus, each personal narrative is a small test. How to make the audience remember what you said in just one minute or even dozens of seconds, the content is very important.
At the end of the personal interview, although the unified reply to the models is to go home and wait for a week's notice, I know that several models who have been appointed by default have been notified in advance. Fortunately, I am also in this ranks.
Because I live in a hotel and don't go home. So the so-called notification phone call from Taylor himself at home, and the surprising response of the models, I declined. To achieve what they call a surprise reaction, the cameraman will ask you to jump and scream in excitement in front of the camera, etc. The flamboyant acting is not suitable for the role I want to portray.
"Hi Mike." I called Mike out of the studio.
"The check is over? How do you feel?" Mike's voice was distorted in the noisy New York streets.
"Not bad, I'm done." I saw a normal book in my arms, and walked to the nearest fast food restaurant with the phone in my hand. "They told me to go back and wait for a week's notice, in fact several pre-determined models have been notified ahead of time, and I was lucky enough to be in this category."
"Haha, then I'll be waiting for your photo on the Internet." I felt strangely that Mike didn't seem to want to talk more on the phone at this time, just like when I said that the re-election was in New York.
"Then you'll have to get me some more tickets," I joked with a smile. "Don't forget, if I live in that villa, I'll have to be cut off from the world. A few minutes a week to call, remember. Take your phone with you!"
New York is a modern metropolis, but not as quaint as I like it. So the first stop of my seven-day New York tour came to Times Square, New York. A favorite place for tourists.
Times Square in the evening already has a beautiful night view, with screens and neon lights flashing on high-rise buildings. Holding a cup of mocha from a street coffee shop in my hand, I looked at the street where people came and went.
"If you want to go shopping, the building over there is a shopping center." She introduced to the building when she met a female student with a blushing face at the coffee shop.
I put on a proper smile and said, "Thank you, I'll check it out myself. Don't worry about me if you need to go to class."
"Yes...of course..." the female student nervously pushed the glasses on her face and said, "then...then I'll go first! Goodbye Mr. Brian..." A flash of death flashed on her face, and she lowered her head as she walked around. In the eyes of the people, they hurriedly lowered their heads and ran away. Not far away were two friends who were waiting for her excitedly.
Speaking of which, before I became Brian, even if I could make women scream on stage, I was just an unremarkable Asian student in my daily life. But Brian's charm is timeless, whether it's the blasphemous sensuality of jazz dancing or the scorching flames of the sun.
I walked through the hustle and bustle of people and into the mall. Strolling in the shopping mall, I finally randomly chose a book bar with its own coffee shop function and walked in, intending to pass the afternoon here. The book bar was very quiet. There were already many students and office workers who had just finished get off work. I glanced at the rows of bookshelves to look for a book to read.
Criminology
Oh, the word haunted me after I became Brian. But according to the situation of my unfortunate brother, maybe I should also need to learn about this knowledge in the future? Dexter had the careful teaching of his adoptive father Harry, but I didn't know anything about systematic criminology except for some self-taught criminal psychology before and a little research.
I randomly found a corner seat and sat down. This should be an inconspicuous corner, and I could see the entire book clearly but would not attract attention. But the strange thing is that after I sat down, several girls around the table frequently looked in this direction, and then whispered to each other.
I don't think it's my reason, no matter how good Brian's appearance is, he won't attract such a large-scale attention casually. I turned my face and looked to my left, oh well, I found the source. No wonder there are so many women sitting around this inconspicuous corner.
That is a handsome man, it should be said that he is too perfect a man. I scrutinized this man, who was showing his charm as if he wanted a peacock to open its screen, under the gazes of the men and women around me.
A few strands of black hair that were neither long nor short fell on the forehead, while the rest were neatly combed behind the head. What made him incompatible with this warm and idyllic little book bar was that expensive and decent suit, without a trace of folds, like a son from a famous family.
However, his indescribable delicate facial features and his casual smile make people's first impression of him is that of a yuppie. He can easily deal with women, and his biggest weakness is women.
I was surprised to find that I couldn't profile his psychology and past from his behavior and appearance. This man must be a master of deception.
My scrutiny caught his attention, and he glanced up and down at me as if examining something, and then he noticed the criminology book I had on the table. If I'm not mistaken what he's here for, it's not like I'm just passing the time. But that's none of my business.
At this time, a middle-aged man wearing the same work clothes as the other staff in the book bar came over with a cup of coffee and a pot of black tea in his hands. The black tea and the small tea cup were placed in front of me, and the cup of black coffee was placed in the in front of the man.
"Ansey's painting, The Whistleblower, was stolen by Gerald Brown in 1993. It took two full weeks for the owner of the painting to discover that the painting had been stolen, as Brown had traded a rather finely-crafted copy for the original. ." The man who caught the eyes of all the women around said suddenly when the black coffee was just placed in front of him.
Oh, am I so lucky to see a big drama
The man put down the old newspaper in his hand. The date on it was 1993. The headline of the first edition was this art theft and counterfeiting crime. I was bored and put my chin on my hand and squinted at the newspaper he put on the table. , that priceless artwork photo. This store has a pretty good collection.
Then I glanced down and saw a tracker on the man's left ankle. Ah, it really is a big show!
People with tracking and positioning anklets on their feet can guess with their brains. Either a potential criminal under surveillance or a criminal caught by the FBI, because of his superb strength in the professional field, he was specially recruited as a special adviser to the FBI.
From this point of view, this peacock, who distributes hormones anytime and anywhere, should be a fraudster and thief who is quite accomplished in counterfeiting? It's so pitiful to be caught by the police cat and have to sell his labor to catch his own kind of mouse for freedom.
Fascinated, I couldn't help but laugh silently. This made the peacock next to me look sideways at me again.
Seeing me just curiously looking at the past, he turned his face and continued to look at the middle-aged man who had just put down the coffee, but was frozen there and said, "Brown parachuted to the roof of Sabid Castle and avoided all the Sirens. Some call it the perfect crime."
Perfect crime? There is no so-called perfection in this world, because as long as people make things, mistakes will always be caused by people's negligence. Even if it was a small mistake... Sure enough, Peacock spoke again.
"But I don't think that's perfect, Brown." He stood up and put his hand on the frozen man's shoulder. "You misjudged where you landed. As far as I know, you also landed on the tiles and slipped, only to grab the railing on the top of the castle and save yourself. That's really not enough. "
The man who was given the code name Peacock by me spread his hands with a smirk on his face, under the attention of everyone around him. Unfortunately, because I was sitting too close to him, I was also swept away by the attention-grabbing eyes. From this angle, I could even clearly see the curious look in those people's eyes.
"I'm sorry, my customers, it affects you because of personal reasons." The middle-aged man called Brown came back to his senses and squinted at the peacock. I noticed that when the man came back to his senses, he put his right hand on his side, and his fingers played a subtle rhythm on his thigh. Although his expression did not change at all, I still noticed his subtle rhythm. move.
He's sending Morse code! Who are you sending it to