"Hey boys!"
Jonathan walked in with a kind of make-up artist and costume stylist as everyone was at a loss for the scene in front of him. "Welcome to America's Next Top Model Semifinals, are you excited?"
Under the camera, the boys began to boo. Jonathan started announcing today's contest, which, as I expected, opened with a masquerade-themed catwalk. On stage, it will be the first face-to-face encounter between male and female models.
"It's going to be a dramatic, edgy Couture lingerie show. You're going to be paired with a female model, and you're going to end up kissing the person next to you." Jonathan looked around at the dozen or so around him. male model.
"The jury is off stage, and your performance today will determine whether you qualify for the next round. Everyone may be eliminated, and the look at the end of the runway will be your first hard photo to the judges." The photo shoot made everyone not only discuss in a low voice.
Jonathan left after announcing the content of the competition. Several cameras went into filming mode, and the male models began to take turns sitting down with makeup and hairstyles.
The hair stylist straightened my fluffy curly hair and fixed it with wax on the back of my head. Without the hair on the sides of my ears and forehead, my face was highlighted.
The makeup artist used highlighters on my cheekbones and the bridge of my nose, and every guy put on eyeliner, even some smokey makeup, so when the makeup artist used eyeliner to draw the corners of my eyes upturned, I Changed my usual temperament. Or in other words, it has been transformed into a night scene.
I looked at myself reflected in the mirror. Even in striptease performances, I usually only pay attention to the style of the clothes. I have never seen such heavy makeup on Brian's body. At this time, I looked at Brian and thought I saw it. A live fox all the time.
The fiery red hair is reflected in the orange light, just like the fur of a fire fox. With a pale complexion, I picked up the mask from the dressing table and put it on my face, twitching the corners of my mouth.
The makeup artist's hand paused, then laughed. She shook her head and looked away from the mirror, took a large makeup brush and covered the little freckles on my back and chest with foundation, I'm not like most redheads, my freckles are not serious, so I quickly Completes the concealer for the skin.
I raised my head and smiled apologetically at the male model who was standing beside him, and unexpectedly saw his ears turn red. A little shy boy, I wonder if he can show his passion in the kisses and hard photos with the female models later
Because Couture is a women's underwear brand, the male models wear just a pair of black shorts with black stockings and a black ribbon on the calf for grooming. The only difference is the upper body dress, the dark skin tone put on a white suit shirt, unbuttoned to reveal their figure, and my pale complexion was omitted from the shirt as a foil.
I picked up the ribbon of the bow tie and hung it around my neck. I didn't tie it, it just hung there. The black straps are long on one side and short on the other, which contrasts nicely with my skin tone. I picked up the mask from the dressing table and put it on in front of the mirror.
Following the announcement of the host, the models lined up and filed out on both sides of the stage. Opposite the male models were the female models also wearing masks, and the host began to announce that the male and female models took turns to choose their partners.
It seems that because I was walking behind when I came out, when I chose a partner, I got my turn after the second pair of models had finished walking. At a glance, I saw Alice, whom I have an impression of among the female models, and the female models in the same check group as me.
I stepped forward and chose her.
Alice herself is tall, so wearing high heels is already the same height as mine. Her steps and I were about the same length, we walked the long runway side by side, and at the end it was the highlight. I found the camera lens facing us for the first time.
According to the arrangement, we need to take off the masks one by one. Unlike Alice, who wanted to suppress me wildly, I quickly pulled off the mask, I gracefully untied the ribbon at the back of my head and took off the mask. At the moment when my eyes were exposed, I used a Peking Opera Huadan. The most commonly used eye-throwing action, under the subtle eyelid action, will present an instant surprise.
I turned slightly sideways to Alice when I was sure that the rapid burst of cameras had captured my movements. Alice, who is skilled in stylizing flat photos, clearly wanted to push me in a leaning position for a hard shot that made her appear dominant. It's a pity, girl, you're not dealing with those casual boys.
Facing her, I didn't step back, I stretched out my arms that were not facing the camera and wrapped Alice's waist. I stared at Alice until she avoided my sight because of her habit of lowering her eyes subconsciously.
I leaned over to kiss her lower lip, and slowly forced her to lean back, until she panicked and gave all her weight to my hand around her waist, then stopped kissing.
I turned my face to the side of her neck and made an inhalation movement, so that my lips were slightly open, and I looked at the camera under the T stage with the eyes I just stared at. Like a fox demon who has sucked the human spirit, Alice subconsciously refused to show a fragile posture, she adjusted her expression in time, and showed her profile in line with the atmosphere I created.
There was thunderous cheers from the audience, we resumed our original standing positions, turned around and started walking in the opposite direction to the backstage.
After the lingerie show that night, the models went back to the hotel reserved for them by the competition party to take a break for the night. The next day is an interview, a review of changing the soup or not, but the jury has a more detailed understanding of each of them.
Such interviews are held after each hard shot, and the model's hard shot of that time is shown during the interview. But I heard that this time the interview was different, this time Taylor, Rob and Norma, a stylist known for being mean, wouldn't give an immediate result.
When the interview goes on, the backstage is like a big networking party. There was clearly a small circle around me and Alice, boys who were attracted to Alice's appearance, girls who were curious about my experiences.
Among Alice's suitors, the most persistent one who has been sticking to Alice's side and never going anywhere is Jamie, a boy who believes in Christianity. It is conceivable that he is still a virgin. He was shy and smiled like an angel, but the muscles made him a little more manly. The overlap of purity and sexiness, as far as I see it, he may not come to the end, but he can definitely go on here for a long time with his own temperament.
Although Jamie has been trying to talk to Alice, Alice, who has long been familiar with such boys, obviously has no understanding. She only chats with girls. Apparently she will only focus on the game in this game and nothing else. I was the only boy who could talk to Alice a few words.
"So you and Alice were in the same group for the re-election? Cool!" Jamie turned to me, "If I remember correctly, you were also on the lingerie show."
"Yes," I was just sitting next to Alice and reading a book, and I didn't want to look out of place after Jamie spoke to me, so I responded, "The only female model I am familiar with is Alice, so I chose her ."
"Oh, Brian. I wish you were not familiar with me." Alice laughed at herself when she heard our conversation interject, "I was overwhelmed by your momentum at the end, I can't see it. Normally you'd be a nerd."
"Yeah," an eccentric girl approached, with long brown hair and snow-white skin and big innocent eyes, she has been wandering around me since just now but cautiously did not dare to speak, "I have been I can't be sure that Alice's partner is you! After you put your hair down, your whole person's aura has changed. I'm Nina!" She reached out and shook hands with me excitedly.
After I opened my mouth, the large and small circles around me began to blend into a larger circle. If I want to label them one by one, I am more impressed by the ice cream truck man Mike with the same name as Mike, the handsome plumber, the African American beauty pageant lady, the sexy bearded man, and other distinctive models.
In the chat, Mike revealed that he was discovered by Taylor in the ice cream truck, so he came to participate in the America's Next Top Model. He had no experience with modeling, so he asked me curiously about my skills.
"No skills," I said with a smile while looking at Alice, who was also curious. "The reason why I can take the initiative is related to my previous work."
"I do a few odd jobs a day, but the most profitable one is a part-time dancer," I said in Nina's half-open mouth surprise, "George Robles dances jazz, so I have enough The stage experience will not be too stressful.”
"Really?" Ashton, the first mixed-race African-American boy to talk to me on the airport bus, said excitedly, "Oh, I've always wanted to see the George Robles Dance Company's dance show live! Just never had a chance!"
I am amused watching Ashton's reaction, he is clearly a party animal. Chris, who has always been withdrawn, also looked over curiously.
"Brian, come to the scene!"
Ashton's proposal made the circle noisy, and Marvin, who was originally mixed with a group of boys and went around to hook up with female models, also attracted him. They booed and beat the beat.
I knew that in order to stand out in front of the camera lens, I needed to be out of tune with the people around me and show a different tension in hard shots.
But nerds who are too withdrawn are not for Americans, and I need to get my future roommates to find a topic that I can have in common with me. The background label of jazz dancers should hit their high point just right.
I didn't push back, just put the book on my lap and stood up. Then I stretched out my hand and hooked my fingers to the camera, and in the commotion of the crowd, I pushed my hair behind my head and started dancing. Hot dancing has always been the focus of igniting the atmosphere. When I did a personal dance to Ashton who made this suggestion, everyone's emotions were also mobilized to a high level.
I stopped dancing after Ashton's ears were blushing and started joking for everyone to join the raucous dance extravaganza. I don't want to be the only one showing off my skills, it's too easy to be jealous.
In the bosom of the lively social meeting, the waiting time slipped away inadvertently. When it was my turn to interview, because my story had impressed Tyler and Rob very much, my main purpose this time was to impress Norma, who was mean but who later decided to help you a lot. Norma doesn't recognize flattery, only strength.
She was visibly smiling when my hard shot was shown on the big screen in the studio. The image I chose unexpectedly wasn't the last act of me hugging Alice, but the moment I took off the mask. Because I was half a beat slower than Alice, Alice could only stare at me when I took off the mask.
My mask was on Alice's side, as if I was rejecting it, but when my eyes were facing the camera, it was a seductive seduction. It's hard to imagine that a hard photo taken in a catwalk can actually reflect the sense of plot.
Taylor praised my eyes, and Rob praised my naturalness and confidence on the stage, and the slightly forward angle when I finally faced the camera, forming an oppressive posture.
Norma said with a smile at the end: "Your photos are like your personal experiences, which are unforgettable. If this photo reflects your true strength, I believe you can go a long way. "
After morning interviews, the models got on the bus and headed toward the season's America's Next Top Model Villa. Looking at the relaxed models around, I knew the day wouldn't end so easily.
A villa, no matter how big, is impossible to squeeze 35 people. In previous semi-finals, no more than 20 finalists participated. The half remaining after this evening are the official players who have actually entered the semi-finals.
"Gentlemen and ladies! Welcome to this season's Supermodel House!" Andy, the social media executive who manages the model's hard-photo voting, took over as the host after the models got off the bus.