39 The TV show get out of control. (1/2)
Photographer x. ”??????????????????”
Translator. ”Miss Hanckok, how are you feeling?”
I lean forward and touch my foot, then straight up. ”In good shape, we can start.”
Photographer. ”Okay, ??????????”
Translator. ”Miss Hanckok, go to the balcony and stand in front of me, looking towards me.”
I nod and enter the decor. Wow, I want that kind of apartment later. I reach the balcony, I turn to face him and waiting for his next indications that are not long. Fortunately the translator is here, otherwise it would be a little complicated for to work. ”Put yourself straight, put your hands on the edge of the balcony while staying in front of us and making sure the ring is visible. Smile and put your head back slightly. ”
I try to take this uncomfortable position because turning my hand so that they can see the ring, gives me a very bad grip on the balcony ledge and I'm afraid of falling back. The photographer presses the shutter but is not satisfied. I drop my head a few millimeters and we start again. For him it is still not satisfactory. This time I bring out my chest as much as possible at his request. Still not happy, Not happy, not happy and not happy, the good photo is finally taken. He does not want a second one? Ok fiting again and I hope I will be able to walk with these damned heels when I get back. Now that I think about it, tomorrow night I'm going to the colorful hair concert and I still do not know what I can say about this rotten sound.
Shit this forgetfulness is really unworthy of a serious girl like me. When I return to the hotel, I look for what to say. But what to say? [Welcome to the colorful hair concerts that sing in play-back and make exaggerated gestures. We applaud them loudly to encourage their zero creativity to shit.] Pffff, it's not so fake but it will not happen unless I want to be hated.
07:30 pm we have finished. Yes we are finally done. The time of the hairstyle and makeup took nine-tenths of the session, see almost the entire photo shoot. I'm tired, my skin burns me because of the powerful lamps but fortunately this super layer of makeup prevents these lights very powerful to burn me because otherwise I will be full of blisters. I approach Terry and make my little girl. ”Terry, I have no more strength, can you carry me to the car? If you could sit me in it would be even nicer of you. ”Why did he leave with that discontented air? I saw Louis keep him company all day so he did not have to be bored Fufufu. In any case, the photographer seemed delighted with the clichés and shook my hand with a big smile so I guess it went well. I have three more photos to do tomorrow and I will have to do my best.
Ah, my beautiful Terry is talking to me ”Little girl, we head to the studio TV.”
Fucking guy.
08h25 pm I am in a private dressing room and decided to keep my own dress which I think is very cute and which moreover I like. Moreover if I am questioned, I could advertise to the young Parisian fashion designer who give me almost all my clothes.
Apart from a bracelet and a necklace that I was offered earlier, I had no jewelry to put but the television studio lent me jewelry for tonight. I chose a relatively simple silver set and it will do. The big, very luxurious jewels are not for me. I find them vulgar because they are far too bright and often almost blinding. This program is broadcast live on one of the largest channel, its rate of listening would be very important and yet the principle is very simple. Ten stars or personalities are invited and seated in bleachers one above the other on three levels. The presenter of the show is content to ask them questions and discuss with them. Although this show is interspersed with singers or artists with various visual numbers, the concept is very simple. A translator will once again play the intermediary between the presenter and myself and I learned that another westerner was present on the set today. A Spanish singer who is giving a concert soon was also invited today, but I did not remember his name and I do not care. The hardest thing for me in this job is not the questions but the wait. I am still not sure of myself and tend to get anxious. The waiting is still today my worst enemy and the one that gives me negative thoughts. While I wait for them, the (and if) they keep on going through my mind, my stress increases minute after minute. Today, fortunately we have not arrived early, so my wait will be short and therefore my ordeal will not last so long as usual. A boy who is not much older than me makes me understand how the time to leave the room has come. I can finally smile thinking that this bad moment has passed.
08:45 pm Two names have already been called when I hear mine and enters the studio TV where the show really takes place. The audience applauds very loudly and the men make a lot of noise. I'm lucky to be sitting down next to the young Spanish singer who must be twenty-five years old. I do not know if he sings well but between us, whatever. This guy is super beautiful and his little ass makes me want to pinch him. This is the kind of guy to whom it is enough to go on stage and to move his ass to make girls hysterical. I sit next to him and have the right to a divine smile from him that I give back him with pleasure of course.
08:55 pm All the guests are now sitting and the presenter describes more or less the career of each. He is lucky because with me, his description will be short. Presentation of everyone finished and to me to have my first round of questions. Yes, we have three to four short questions per round. The guests are really there for decoration rather than talking about themselves.