MTL - Psychological Control-Chapter 6

"Hey, boys!"

When the crowd was at a loss about the scene in front of him, Jonathan came in with a makeup artist and costume stylist. "Welcome to the semifinals of the National Supermodel Contest. Are you excited?"

Under the shooting of the camera, the boys began to coax. Jonathan started to announce the content of today's game, as I expected, the catwalk-style catwalk theme opened. On the stage, it will be the first time that male and female models face to face.

"This will be a dramatic avant-garde couture underwear show. You will be partnering with a female model. When you reach the end, kiss the people around you." Jonathan looked around the ten around him Several male models.

"The jury is off stage. Your performance today will determine whether you are promoted to the next round of competition. Everyone may be eliminated. The shape at the end of the stage will be your first hard photo to the judges." Taking photos made everyone talk not only in a low voice.

After Jonathan announced the content of the game, he left. Several cameras entered the shooting state, and the male models began to sit down and make up.

The stylist straightened my fluffy curly hair straight and fixed it behind the head with hair wax. Without the covering of hair on the ears and forehead, my face was highlighted.

The make-up artist put highlights on my cheekbones and bridge of the nose. Every guy painted eyeliner, and even some smoked makeup. So when the make-up artist used an eyeliner to outline the corners of my eyes, I curved up. Changed my usual temperament. Or maybe it's a night show.

I looked at myself reflected in the mirror. Even striptease shows, I usually only pay attention to costume modeling. I have never seen Brian ’s body painted with such a heavy makeup. At this time, I looked at Brian and thought I saw him. The fox has been alive.

The fiery red hair color reflected in the orange light, just like the fur of Firefox. With pale complexion, I took the mask on the dresser and put it on my face, twitching the corners of my mouth.

The makeup artist's hands paused, and then she laughed. She shook her head and looked away from the mirror. She picked up the large makeup brush and covered some of the freckles on my back and chest with foundation. I'm not like most redheads. My freckles are not serious, so I quickly Complete skin concealer.

I looked up and smiled apologetically at the male model standing by, and unexpectedly saw his ears turn red. A little shy boy, I do n’t know if his passion and hard shots with the female models will be reflected in his passion?

Because couture is a women's underwear brand, the dress of the male models is just a pair of black shorts, paired with black stockings, and a black ribbon on the calf for a decoration. The only difference was the upper body. The darker skin was put on a white suit shirt. The buttons were unbuttoned to reveal their figure, and my pale skin was omitted from the shirt.

I picked up the bow tie and hung it around my neck. It wasn't tied, it just hung there. The black strap is long and short, contrasting with my skin tone. I took the mask from the dresser and brought it in front of the mirror.

With the host's announcement, the models lined up in a line and stood on both sides of the stage. Opposite the male model was the female model who was also wearing a mask, and the host began to announce that the male model and the female model took turns to choose their partner.

It seems that because I walked behind when I came out, when I chose a partner, instead I turned after the second pair of models walked. At a glance, I saw Alice in the female model, which impressed me, and the female model in the same selection group.

I stepped forward and chose her.

Alice herself is very tall, so wearing high heels is already about the same as my height. I and her steps are similar in length. We are walking side by side over a long runway. At the end is the highlight. I first found the camera lens facing us.

According to the arrangement, we need to take off the masks one by one. Different from the action of quickly tearing off the mask by wildly suppressing my Alice, I took off the ribbon gracefully at a slow speed and took off the mask. The moment I exposed my eyes, I used Peking Opera The most commonly used eye-throwing action will show a stunning effect under the slight eyelid movement.

I was convinced that the camera of the fast burst captured my movements, and I looked sideways to Alice. Alice, who is proficient in styling the plane, obviously wants to force me to take a back posture and take a hard shot that makes her look dominant. It's a pity, girl, you are not facing those worldly boys.

After all, I couldn't stop walking towards her. I stretched out the arm that didn't face the camera and grabbed Alice's waist. I stared at Alice with her eyes until she avoided my eyes because of her subconscious lowered eyes.

I leaned over to kiss her lower lip, and slowly pushed her back, until she hurriedly gave her all my weight to my hand around her waist, and then stopped kissing.

I turned my face to make an inhalation action next to her neck, so that there was a slight gap in my lips. I looked at the camera under the stage with the eyes I just stared at. Just like the fox demon who sucked on the human spirit, Alice subconsciously refused to show her fragile posture. She adjusted her expression in time, and exposed her side with the atmosphere I created.

There was thunderous cheering from the audience, and we resumed our original standing posture, turned around and started to go in the opposite direction and headed towards the background.

After that night's underwear show, the models returned to the hotel where they were booked for a short rest. The second day was an interview, a review of changing the soup and not the medicine, but the jury knew more about each of them in more detail.

Such interviews will be held after each hard shot, and the hard shots of the models are displayed during the interview. But I heard that this time the interview is different, this time Taylor, Rob and the stylist Norma will not give results immediately.

During the interview, the backstage is like a grand social gathering. Apparently a small circle formed between me and Alice, the boy who was attracted by Alice's appearance, and the girl who was curious about my experience.

Among Alice's suitors, the most persistent one has been sticking to Alice's side. He is a Christian boy, Jamie. It is conceivable that he is still a virgin. He hesitated, smiling like an angel, but that muscle made him more masculine. The overlap of purity and sexy, as far as I'm concerned, he may not go to the end, but he must be able to walk here for a long time with his own temperament.

Although Jamie has been trying to talk to Alice, Alice, who is already familiar with such a boy, obviously has no psychological understanding, she only chats with the girls. Obviously she will only focus on the game in this game, and nothing else. The only guy who could say a few words to Alice was me.

"So you and Alice were in the same group at the time of the check? Cool!" Jamie turned to me and said, "If I remember correctly, you are also partners on the lingerie show."

"Yes," I used to sit beside Alice and read a book. After Jamie spoke to me, I didn't want to look out of place, so I responded. . "

"Oh, Brian. I really hope to be familiar with you, not me." Alice heard the words we talked about. She laughed and said, "In the end, I was overwhelmed by your momentum. You are usually a nerd. "

"Yeah, yeah," said an eerie girl, with long brown hair, snow-white skin and big innocent eyes. She had been swimming around me from the beginning but she was afraid to speak. I'm not sure that Alice's partner is you! After you put your hair down, the whole person's momentum has changed. I'm Nina! "She stretched out her hand and gave me a handshake.

After I spoke, the large and small circles around me began to merge into a larger circle. If you want to label them one by one, I am more impressed that Mike, the ice cream car man with the same name as Mike, handsome plumber, Miss Afro beauty pageant, **** bearded man, and other distinctive models.

Mike revealed in a chat that he was discovered by Taylor in an ice cream truck, so he came to participate in this National Supermodel Contest. He didn't have much experience in modeling, so he asked curiously about my skills.

"No skill," I said with a smile at Alice, who was also curious. "The reason why I can take the initiative is because of my past work."

"I will do odd jobs in a day, but the one who makes the most money is a part-time dancer." I said in surprise with Nina's half-opened mouth. "The George Lobos Dance Company is performing jazz, so I have enough Experience on stage, not too nervous. "

"Really?" Ashton, the first mixed-race African-American boy talking to me on the airport bus, said excitedly, "Oh, I've always wanted to see the dance show of the George Lobos! I just never had a chance! "

I watched Ashton's reaction funny, he was obviously a party animal. Chris, who has always been more lonely, looked at it curiously.

"Bryan, come on site!"

Ashton's proposal made the circle roar, mingling with a group of boys, and marvin who went around to hook up the female models also attracted. They coaxed and beat.

I know that in order to stand out in front of the camera lens, I need to be out of touch with the surrounding people, and show a different tension in hard photos than in normal times.

But the lonely nerd is not the taste that Americans like. I need to let my future roommates find a topic that has something in common with me. The background label for jazz dancers should just poking their high point.

I didn't refuse, just put the book on my knee down and stood up. Then I reached out and hooked my fingers to the camera. In the commotion of the crowd, I pulled my hair back to my head and started dancing. Hot dance has always been the focus of lighting the atmosphere. When I came to Ashton for this suggestion, the emotions of everyone were mobilized to high.

I stopped dancing after Ashton's ears became red and started to coax everyone into this noisy dance event. I don't want to be the only one to show off. It's too easy to get jealous.

In the lively social gathering, the waiting time slips away without notice. When it came to my interview, because my story impressed Taylor and Rob very much, my main purpose this time was to impress Norma, who was mean but determined to help you a lot. Norma does not recognize horses but only strength.

When my hard photo was displayed on the big screen in the studio, she obviously smiled. Some of the pictures I accidentally chose were not the last action I took Alice, but the moment I took off the mask. Because my rhythm was half a beat slower than Alice's, when I opened the mask, Alice could only watch me.

My mask was on the side of Alice, as if she was refusing, but her eyes were seductive when she faced the camera. It's hard to imagine that a hard shot taken during a catwalk show the emotion of the play.

Taylor admired my eyes, and Rob praised my natural and self-confidence on the stage, and the angle of slightly tilting forward when I finally faced the camera, forming an oppressive posture.

Norma smiled at the end and said, "Your photo is just like your personal experience, giving an unforgettable deep impression. If this photo reflects your true strength, I believe you can go far. "

After a morning interview, the models got on the bus and started heading towards the American supermodel villa this quarter. Looking at the relaxed models around, I know that today will not end so easily.

A villa, no matter how big, can't squeeze 35 people. In the past semifinals, there were no more than 20 players. The remaining half after tonight is considered the official player who has actually reached the semi-finals.

"Gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to this season's supermodel house!" The social media director, Andy, who manages the voting of the models, took over the chair after the models got off the bus. 2k novel reading network