Chapter 1: Shooting

                                    

                                          
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Viktor's POV
                          
I closed my eyes as a light blush was applied to my face. My makeup artist — a guy named Phichit Chulanont — was nearly done. It took a while to apply the foundation, concealer and highlights but it was normal. The makeup had to dry a little. If everything was applied too quickly, without care, my face would be a caked mess. I didn't really need makeup since my skin was pretty much flawless but it was supposed to enhance my already beautiful features. I needed to look my best for the camera. 
                          
"Mister Nikiforov, sorry to ask you this, but, could you take care of the lips part ? You only have to apply a little of this and that the other makeup artist called in sick so I have to take care of the other models," he explained.
                          
"It's fine, Phichit. You just go take care of them. I can handle a little lip balm, right ?"
                          
Phichit smiled, his white teeth showing, before he left me. 
                          
I stared at the balms he left on the counter. One was round and black with the Chanel logo on top. I opened it. It was pearl white so I guessed it had an hydrating purpose. Since moisturizing is the first step before doing anything in makeup, I applied it on my lips. This balm made them look quite silky. Then I applied the other one. It was a light pink tinted gloss. It's color matched my lips'. 
                          
When I was done, I rose up and walked towards the photographer. He was talking animatedly with Yuri Plisetsky, one of the shortest male model of the industry. His temper made up for it though.
                          
Some even called him a «smol angry child» behind his back.
Since he was only fifteen, he might grow a few more inches.
                          
"I'm ready !" I called out. 
                          
The photographer looked at me and stopped arguing. 
                          
"We can start, then. We'll do some portraits first and after that, full body shots to show off more of the outfit."
                          
I nodded. I was currently wearing faded white jeans — they were stylishly ripped — and a grey turtleneck shirt with a knitted effect. Laced up black leather boots with a small heel enveloped my feet. They were my favorite item. I should probably buy those later.
                          
I got in front on the camera. There was a white wall behind me and the light was almost blinding me.
                          
I struck a pose and a few clicks were heard.
                          
"Try to play with the sweater a bit," someone said. It was a guy from the staff. Probably the artistic director.
                          
I pulled the collar of the shirt up so it hid my chin. I kept holding the fabric this way, stretching it, for about a minute. Then I decided to do another pose. I turned around slightly and tilted my head to the side.
                          
"This one's nice ! Now smile."
                          
I flashed them with a big smile of mine. I tried to look like I was laughing at what he said. The last I wanted to do was look awkward but since I was photogenic this rarely happened. 
                          
"Now the full body shots !"
                          
I took a step back and worked my magic. I moved naturally around the camera. There was a little bit of wind so I didn't have to play with my hair much. My hair was platinum and short on one side. The rest of it was a bit longer and some strands fell in front of my eye. I tried a few poses on the floor with my legs crossed and my back arched like I was doing some swimsuit add. I hugged my knees to my chest to show off more of the boots. Damn, I loved those boots. 
                          
The lasted thirty minutes or so. It hadn't taken long but there were still two or three models to be photographed yet. Some of them were Japanese since we were in Tokyo. Yuri stepped in front of the camera as soon as I left. He was wearing a long faux-fur coat with an animal pattern. I couldn't seem what he was wearing underneath. Since his blond hair was quite long, they had to tie it up so it didn't resemble the coat. He had heavier makeup than I did. His eyes were intentionally smudged with a black liner. The messy effect was a success. His gaze was even more piercing now.
                          
He was a punk. 
                          
I went back to Phichit so he could remove all this makeup.
                          
"Phichit, how do you like Tokyo ?" I asked him.
                          
"I don't really know. I've never been here before. I'm excited to explore the city though. And maybe try a few ramen places !" 
                          
"That sounds fun. I wish I could go out as much but I'm too easily recognizable with my hair, skin, figure and the rest," I said before sighing.
                          
I closed my eyes as Phichit dabbed them lightly to remove the pale nude eyeshadow. 
                          
"Don't underestimate the power of makeup ! I say, tomorrow night, let's go out and visit the city's best spots. I'm gonna try and transform you into a completely different person. All I need is right here !" he pointed his makeup attire.
                          
"Well, I guess we could. Don't make me look like an old man though !"
                          
Phichit laughed.
                          
"Ok, so no grey wigs then !" 
                          
"Tokyo, here I come," I mumbled. I couldn't wait to explore the Japanese capital.

                          
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AN: 
That's it for Viktor's POV ! I know I'm one day late with the chapter but I was really sick yesterday so I couldn't write. I'm feeling better now. 
                          
I'm going to a fashion show tonight ! Hopefully, it will inspire me to write this book. I don't know that much about the modeling industry except for what I saw on ANTM and some people on IG. 
                          
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