"Gentlemen and Ladies! Welcome to this season's Supermodel House!"
I stood in the crowd watching this beautiful big house, Andy presided over the progress of the show. "The judges were delighted to meet each of you, but now they've made their choice."
When Andy said that the first round of the knockout was about to be played, the excited boys and girls began to whisper. Andy continued amid the commotion: "In keeping with the theme of the mask ball, there's a wall of masks behind me. If you see your own face there, you've made the cut. If you don't see your own there Face, I'm sorry, you have to pack up and go home."
Alice, who was standing beside me, looked away, obviously not very confident in herself. Jamie took the opportunity to stand by her side for comfort. Ashton was so excited that he was the only male model to choose a same-sex partner at the lingerie show, and he was cheering with his then-partner.
Marvin is like Alice, they are excellent in all aspects, but they always lack self-confidence at critical moments. He frowned and whispered to his newly formed brotherhood.
Chris stood next to me and whispered to me: "I'm worried about my situation, you know, I've never been a model." It seems that because he has no family experience like him, he likes to stick to by my side.
"I haven't fully shown myself yet..." Chris had an anxiety attack, his hand beside his mouth and nibbled at his nails.
I secretly sighed, for my future babysitting job. I pulled his hand down from my mouth and comforted: "Don't worry about Chris, you also believe that you can go on, don't you?"
With Andy yelling 'Get ready, get ready, run! ' After the password, a group of people rushed up and ran towards the photo wall over there. I walked slowly up the stairs, wrapping my arms around Chris's shoulders.
Everyone anxiously looked for their faces on the wall. Those who found them cheered and pulled off their masks and exited the crowd. Those who didn't find them pushed back and continued to search.
Chris didn't see the mask with his picture for the first time, and I saw myself hanging on the wall, looking like ginger hair blazing red in the spotlight. Chris congratulated me with a sad face, and I squeezed over to take off my mask.
Then I saw Chris' mask at the lower end of the wall, blocked by the crowd around the wall. I also took it off by the way, and when I squeezed out the crowd, Chris was already anxiously walking to the other side to try to find his mask.
I could only squeeze into the crowd again with two masks, patted him on the shoulder, "Chris, a present for you." Chris turned his head in surprise, and was excited to see his mask in my hand jumped on me.
This boy, who usually looks like a bad boy with moody expressions, looks like a monkey when he is excited. I was holding the bear on me and Chris saw that Alice and her little sidekick Jamie got their masks, Marvin and his brother even celebrated, and Nina walked happily with her mask. next to me.
Ashton was in a bit of trouble. He got his mask, but his partner was unfortunately eliminated and hugged him goodbye.
When all the masks were taken off the wall, Andy stood up again and said: "Congratulations to everyone who got the masks, tonight you will be in the supermodel house. But don't relax too much, not all of you will live forever. ."
Andy raised a finger and shook it, "Tomorrow will usher in the second round of elimination, and finally 16 finalists will be decided." There were 35 to 26 people just now, and tomorrow the 26 people will be sharply reduced to 16 people.
After announcing the bad news, Andy left with the 10 people who were eliminated, and several cameras followed the remaining 26 people into the supermodel house to shoot the models' check-in reflections.
There is a large photo of Taylor in the supermodel room with various motivational words written on the photo, as well as various slogans written on each wall in the bedroom. Of course, the boys' bedroom and the girls' bedroom are separate, and there are only 16 beds.
Because of my unhurried pace, the eight boys' bedroom beds were not my share, and Chris, who followed me, was also unlucky. Ashton was one of the first men to follow the female models into the supermodel house, so he grabbed a bed. The remaining beds were occupied by Marvin and his company of brothers.
I don't care about that because it's just one night and I'm sure I'm just not going to be in the semi-finals.
Taylor and Rob appeared in front of an excited crowd after cameras followed the models to see the entire house, including sports equipment, a small spa, a large swimming pool, and even a mini runway in the living room.
The two judges will divide the male and female models into two batches, Taylor will give some shooting advice to the female models, and Rob will give advice to the male models.
It can be said that in today's fashion industry, and even for a long time in the future, female models are the masters of it. People will only look at the male model as a foil, a prop. But I don't care, because the first impression of the phrase model is handsome, tall, and sexy.
I participated in America's Next Top Model with no intention of becoming a professional model, just to promote my fame and label myself a model for a while. But of course I don't have any holdovers when taking hard shots.
As a stripper, in addition to knowing the perfect angle and posture of his body, he will bring out another advantage when he needs to interact with a male model and a female model. The sexual tension formed by the chemical interaction between male and female models will add color to the entire photo. This sexual tension is also differentiated to a certain extent. Hard photos need to be sexy rather than pornographic.
And what I want to do is to overpower the female model in all the co-shots, like I did with Alice on the catwalk yesterday. Make a man look at that picture and be envious and want to be you, and a woman see that picture and be dumped and want to be with you.
That's the point that Rob mentioned in that talk. The reason why Rob can become a well-known supermodel and earn more money than many top female models can be seen from the advice he gives. At least he captured the audience's psyche.
While there's going to be a challenge tonight, there's still a spree in the supermodel room after Taylor and Rob left. Chris's boyish way of attracting attention still got in trouble. He attacked Marvin and his gang of bros everywhere with boxing gloves, and after being scolded, he returned to me in a daze.
And I was just sitting in the kitchen chatting with Nina over a glass of juice, and Chris finally stopped embarrassed trying to be a heartthrob, his boyish cry with that grim face and us admitting we didn't fit in.
Ashton was fascinated by a transgender in the female model group, of course not that kind of infatuation. Ashton was just still not used to being in the group of boys, especially the group of straight males, so he took the guy named Vicky's transgender model went to the back garden to chat with a few girls.
Jamie is still Alice's little sidekick and follows her around. Because of everyone's booing, Alice begins to hate Jamie's following. Jamie, driven by Alice, looked around the living room, and then there was another little Christ sheep in my little circle.
After the sun goes down, the models are about to get on the bus and go to the scene of another challenge. I breathed a sigh of relief and finally stopped this tiring social meeting.
I know that I'm a withdrawn person, maybe it's the same as Chris's essence, even if I have the appearance of a heartthrob, I will never become a heartthrob in a face-to-face relationship. The only difference between me and Chris is that I am more skillful in communication than he is.
Our bus pulled up to the heart of Hollywood and we were in front of creative consultant Jonathan and internet media personality Andy for what looked like it was going to be another hard photo shoot.
"You will pose here, and the photos will be projected on the building fifty feet away behind us for the whole Hollywood to watch." Jonathan introduced the content of the game.
Andy also spoke again after Jonathan finished. "As a reminder, social media is also crucial to the game and this is only the first step. Anyone who walks by and sees the projection can vote."
"Finally, this photo shoot will directly affect the qualifying places." Jonathan made his affirmation. All models went into makeshift sheds for makeup.
This time the outfit is a uniform rock style, almost all male models are open-chested black jackets, and female models are tight black tights and bikinis. A strong style would be my weakness, which I know very well about myself. In addition to the most basic makeup, this time the makeup did not even change the hairstyle.
It's hard to project the power of Brian's delicate face in front of the camera without waxing his shaggy ginger curls behind his head. I ended up tying the slightly longer hair back with a rubber band.
Each model only had five minutes to shoot, so it didn't take long before it was my turn. The black jacket and leather pants set off my pale complexion like a vampire, but in the strong rock style, the facial features are not flattering, but the deep silhouette will make people impressive.
It seems that I can only show the other side of rock and roll.
I said hello to people passing by, and curious people stopped to watch. I was standing in front of the camera, and when Jonathan gave the order to shoot, I started posing to my inner rhythm, which seemed to dance silently to the beat of the photographer pressing the shutter.
It's not all rock wild, I chose a gothic style that leans towards evil, softening the style of the clothes on the body, but not looking feminine. Jonathan commanded loudly and reminded me of my posture, and clapped and clapped for me with each movement. This move even led the people around to stop and watch.
Everyone beats the beat again and again, and I freeze the body at the landing point of each beat, bringing a dynamic feeling that other models do not have to the photos projected on the building, and the tips of the hair fly with the movements.
The five-minute shoot was over quickly, and I could hear Jonathan speaking into the camera. The people who just beat the beat for me also clamored to vote for me immediately, and asked the staff for my number.
"Brian, I remember him the first time I saw him at the checkpoint. He was very confident in front of the camera, and you can tell from the way he moves and the angle he's presenting in the camera that he's also very sensitive to his own body. I understand very well. He used the light of the scene to make up for the weakness of his facial features that were too soft and delicate, and brought out his own temperament to the wild rock that was originally in the hands of men. If there is one word to describe his photos, it should be Evil. His eyes are evil."
Jonathan was talking and staring at me passing by and smiled, the camera turned to me with his gaze, and I also smiled and waved to the camera lightly.
After the shoot, the models were there to solicit votes, and I walked into the crowd for Chris, who was waiting behind me for the shoot. Nina interacted with the audience excitedly, she was a little crazy but also won a lot of goodwill.
The seven or eight girls who had just watched me filming gathered around, and I also started marketing myself as a commodity. In their excited agitation, I danced to the dance music played by their mobile phones. I was as crazy as Nina in the heat, the girls were recording my dance moves on my phone, and I knew the Internet would spread this, if only I could win the favor of these girls.
"We are taking pictures for America's Next Top Model. After the live voting this time, our hard photos will appear on the official website in the next competition. Do I have the honor to get your vote, beautiful ladies?" I am tall because of my height. Leaning down and whispering in the ears of these girls.
Although my sexuality is male, it is not a problem to flirt with girls. Most gay singers were the most popular female fans in the band before they came out, and teenage girls with serious face control would ignore any disappointment in the man they liked.
I easily won their screams, maybe a little too much. Even Nina turned her head to look here, and the crowd began to gather around me.
Just like animal courtship in nature, the more flamboyant the mane of the male lion is, the more admired by the female lion, and the more beautiful the male among the mandarin ducks, the more admired by the female. Human beings are just the opposite, so when gay men dress themselves up in order to attract the attention of the same sex, women who are fed up with the mediocre dressing of the men around them will flock to curvy men who are not out of the closet.
When it comes to voting, nothing is easier to mobilize than a teenage girl. The pop idols held by girls whose puberty hormones are not released occupy half of the entertainment industry. And it just so happened that I was more emotional about these girls than other male models, and more attractive to these girls than other female models.
Male models with masculine muscles tend to be more attractive to mature women, who are at a loss when faced with underage girls who are screaming and screaming at every turn, just like Mike. And I never hesitate to use my existing advantages.