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20:20 The presenter called Terry in the day to inform him that they have resumed the entire TV show and therefore I will not appear at all. He also apologized and offered a new invitation that Terry refused immediately. For my part, I can not understand why so many people think that I can only succeed by sleeping with directors or producers. Between the articles, the TV show and people on the internet who talk about me in terms of big slut who sells his ass for a role, these people although they are very much in the minority, are to my taste far too many. I know that many models who do not succeed in fashion have recourse to such methods but make a generality of this practice is really too easy. These girls are harming our entire profession and today it's me who pays the price. I would just like that like Vogue or Elle, the media recognize that I deserve what happens to me. Of course I'm lucky and I make a lot of money. So what? Am I the only one in this case? Compared to professional athletes, what I earn is ridiculous, but the context is different, they continue to strive on those who come out of the norm. I need to think of something else for the moment and what other than sex is better to forget her little worries. I knock on Jenna's door but no one answers. I insist a little but still nothing. It seems like it's not the best day I've had so far. I retire with a sigh and head to my own room.
Friday, November 12, 2016
9:45 After breakfast, Terry came to my room to talk to me. A singer, Robin Thicke would like me to appear in one of his clips and for that I will not need to dance. The answer must be given fairly quickly but as it is for me a kind of cinematic experience, I ask Terry to be well informed at first to accept if there is no problem. Because I will not accept any more mistakes after last night and I told him so. Signing a contract by imitating my signature is something I could have forgiven if the TV show had not been so catastrophic but in the face of such a result, there is no way I forget and forgive that. This morning, Jenna was still not in her room, so I asked Terry where she was and it was only now that he told me that she was rushed back to the United States. Her grandmother had been sick for several months but yesterday she died. I had no idea but it does not surprise me that she did not tell me about it because she never wants to disturb others with her problems. This idiot could not tell me because she left so quickly that her smartphone remained on the bedside table of her room. I miss her absence but I know she could not do otherwise.
10:00 The sauna is definitely perfect for destress. There are three of us right now, a woman in her 40s and a girl of my age or a little younger than me. Everything is calm since everyone has come on his side. The older woman leaves, I watch her go and close my eyes, falling asleep halfway but a very close voice wakes me up. I turn my head and see the girl who is very close to me but I did not really hear what she just told me. I do not care what she has just told me in reality because what I'm looking at is her small mouth adorned with white teeth and huge breasts that I want to take in my hands. I restrain myself and close my eyes to avoid bullshit, but she lies down on my thighs and when my eyes open once again, I see her smiling at me. You will have looked for it, my dear. I lift his head with my hand and my tongue enters his mouth. Immediately his tongue just waiting for it revolves around mine. I release his two huge breasts from his swimsuit, takes one in a hand and gently caress it. She releases mine then her tongue plays with my right nipple, while my hand supporting her begins to visit her vagina. I am very surprised because his clitoris is so big that I can pinch it between my thumb and my index finger. I'm having fun rubbing it faster and faster and this girl shrieks as my hand becomes very wet. After playing together for a half hour, we parted smiling but without saying a word. I do not know her name, her age, but by the only sentence she said at the beginning, I know she is American and it was certainly not her first relationship with another girl.
19:00 After a 5-hour Paris-to-Cannes flight I am already at the Palais des Festivals for the presentation of the trophy for the best French group at the NRJ MUSIC AWARDS. I'm talking right now with a very pretty girl with a small mouth adorned with white teeth and huge breasts. Yes we met here by chance at the Palais des Festivals in Cannes. Brianna is the daughter of one of the bigwig at Universal Music Group and came here to accompany her father and discover France she had never visited before. She is actually older than me. Although she appear young, she is 17 years old and lives in California. Coming to France to speak with another American girl is a shame but she does not speak a word of French. During the evening we discuss, finally I discuss for two and play the interpreter for her with French and English singers until my turn to award the trophy of the best French band have come. The noise of the audience that is quite young and mostly girls is deafening. The Kyaaaaa resonate up to here, while we are far from the place itself. I am asked to keep me ready and on and at this precise moment, a voiceover begins to be heard.
"To present the prize for the best French group of the year 2016. We welcome, The talent and beauty to award the next trophy. She comes from New York to the United States but has also studied in France. A 16 year old girl, full of talent and rising. This is the lovely Lisa Hanckok."
Just before it is here, I am told to move on a scene that looks in all respects to the catwalk I know. Should I play models? I hold my laugh thinking of my stupid idea. But as I walk, although I make a big sign to the audience and smile, in my head, I do not smile at all. Yes, in my head it's complete disorder. I just realized that I did not prepare a text. I did not prepare anything special. I still know the name of the winning band and have heard other people make their little speech but imitate them would be frowned upon. BUT WHAT STUPIDE GIRL. But what kind of person can just forget something so important? Me! My god becoming my agent must be one of those chores. I keep moving forward as thousands of words come together in my head and my heart speeds up dangerously. Too bad, it's too late now. In general, although I do not know millions of words, I can not cope with it so badly, so we'll see what my improvisation will do. Let's rethink what others have said and do it according to our idea.
I arrive at the end of the stage, grabbed the microphone on the desk, expires quietly and it's gone for what may be will be the joke of the year. "Good evening everyone, I am very happy to meet you here tonight and to have had the honor to participate in such a big event in France that if that continues will become after the United States, my second country of residence. When I look at this trophy, I think about it. Why all the trophies are gold. That's right, some people like me, for example, hate this color and are being forced to keep these ugly things. Good enough word because I think you're all waiting for this moment. The best French group elected by you public NRJ is ... It's boring is not it the suspens. The best French group 2016 are the Frero Delavaga. Applaud the good."
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20:20 The presenter called Terry in the day to inform him that they have resumed the entire TV show and therefore I will not appear at all. He also apologized and offered a new invitation that Terry refused immediately. For my part, I can not understand why so many people think that I can only succeed by sleeping with directors or producers. Between the articles, the TV show and people on the internet who talk about me in terms of big slut who sells his ass for a role, these people although they are very much in the minority, are to my taste far too many. I know that many models who do not succeed in fashion have recourse to such methods but make a generality of this practice is really too easy. These girls are harming our entire profession and today it's me who pays the price. I would just like that like Vogue or Elle, the media recognize that I deserve what happens to me. Of course I'm lucky and I make a lot of money. So what? Am I the only one in this case? Compared to professional athletes, what I earn is ridiculous, but the context is different, they continue to strive on those who come out of the norm. I need to think of something else for the moment and what other than sex is better to forget her little worries. I knock on Jenna's door but no one answers. I insist a little but still nothing. It seems like it's not the best day I've had so far. I retire with a sigh and head to my own room.
Friday, November 12, 2016
9:45 After breakfast, Terry came to my room to talk to me. A singer, Robin Thicke would like me to appear in one of his clips and for that I will not need to dance. The answer must be given fairly quickly but as it is for me a kind of cinematic experience, I ask Terry to be well informed at first to accept if there is no problem. Because I will not accept any more mistakes after last night and I told him so. Signing a contract by imitating my signature is something I could have forgiven if the TV show had not been so catastrophic but in the face of such a result, there is no way I forget and forgive that. This morning, Jenna was still not in her room, so I asked Terry where she was and it was only now that he told me that she was rushed back to the United States. Her grandmother had been sick for several months but yesterday she died. I had no idea but it does not surprise me that she did not tell me about it because she never wants to disturb others with her problems. This idiot could not tell me because she left so quickly that her smartphone remained on the bedside table of her room. I miss her absence but I know she could not do otherwise.
10:00 The sauna is definitely perfect for destress. There are three of us right now, a woman in her 40s and a girl of my age or a little younger than me. Everything is calm since everyone has come on his side. The older woman leaves, I watch her go and close my eyes, falling asleep halfway but a very close voice wakes me up. I turn my head and see the girl who is very close to me but I did not really hear what she just told me. I do not care what she has just told me in reality because what I'm looking at is her small mouth adorned with white teeth and huge breasts that I want to take in my hands. I restrain myself and close my eyes to avoid bullshit, but she lies down on my thighs and when my eyes open once again, I see her smiling at me. You will have looked for it, my dear. I lift his head with my hand and my tongue enters his mouth. Immediately his tongue just waiting for it revolves around mine. I release his two huge breasts from his swimsuit, takes one in a hand and gently caress it. She releases mine then her tongue plays with my right nipple, while my hand supporting her begins to visit her vagina. I am very surprised because his clitoris is so big that I can pinch it between my thumb and my index finger. I'm having fun rubbing it faster and faster and this girl shrieks as my hand becomes very wet. After playing together for a half hour, we parted smiling but without saying a word. I do not know her name, her age, but by the only sentence she said at the beginning, I know she is American and it was certainly not her first relationship with another girl.
19:00 After a 5-hour Paris-to-Cannes flight I am already at the Palais des Festivals for the presentation of the trophy for the best French group at the NRJ MUSIC AWARDS. I'm talking right now with a very pretty girl with a small mouth adorned with white teeth and huge breasts. Yes we met here by chance at the Palais des Festivals in Cannes. Brianna is the daughter of one of the bigwig at Universal Music Group and came here to accompany her father and discover France she had never visited before. She is actually older than me. Although she appear young, she is 17 years old and lives in California. Coming to France to speak with another American girl is a shame but she does not speak a word of French. During the evening we discuss, finally I discuss for two and play the interpreter for her with French and English singers until my turn to award the trophy of the best French band have come. The noise of the audience that is quite young and mostly girls is deafening. The Kyaaaaa resonate up to here, while we are far from the place itself. I am asked to keep me ready and on and at this precise moment, a voiceover begins to be heard.
"To present the prize for the best French group of the year 2016. We welcome, The talent and beauty to award the next trophy. She comes from New York to the United States but has also studied in France. A 16 year old girl, full of talent and rising. This is the lovely Lisa Hanckok."
Just before it is here, I am told to move on a scene that looks in all respects to the catwalk I know. Should I play models? I hold my laugh thinking of my stupid idea. But as I walk, although I make a big sign to the audience and smile, in my head, I do not smile at all. Yes, in my head it's complete disorder. I just realized that I did not prepare a text. I did not prepare anything special. I still know the name of the winning band and have heard other people make their little speech but imitate them would be frowned upon. BUT WHAT STUPIDE GIRL. But what kind of person can just forget something so important? Me! My god becoming my agent must be one of those chores. I keep moving forward as thousands of words come together in my head and my heart speeds up dangerously. Too bad, it's too late now. In general, although I do not know millions of words, I can not cope with it so badly, so we'll see what my improvisation will do. Let's rethink what others have said and do it according to our idea.
I arrive at the end of the stage, grabbed the microphone on the desk, expires quietly and it's gone for what may be will be the joke of the year. "Good evening everyone, I am very happy to meet you here tonight and to have had the honor to participate in such a big event in France that if that continues will become after the United States, my second country of residence. When I look at this trophy, I think about it. Why all the trophies are gold. That's right, some people like me, for example, hate this color and are being forced to keep these ugly things. Good enough word because I think you're all waiting for this moment. The best French group elected by you public NRJ is ... It's boring is not it the suspens. The best French group 2016 are the Frero Delavaga. Applaud the good."
20:20 The presenter called Terry in the day to inform him that they have resumed the entire TV show and therefore I will not appear at all. He also apologized and offered a new invitation that Terry refused immediately. For my part, I can not understand why so many people think that I can only succeed by sleeping with directors or producers. Between the articles, the TV show and people on the internet who talk about me in terms of big slut who sells his ass for a role, these people although they are very much in the minority, are to my taste far too many. I know that many models who do not succeed in fashion have recourse to such methods but make a generality of this practice is really too easy. These girls are harming our entire profession and today it's me who pays the price. I would just like that like Vogue or Elle, the media recognize that I deserve what happens to me. Of course I'm lucky and I make a lot of money. So what? Am I the only one in this case? Compared to professional athletes, what I earn is ridiculous, but the context is different, they continue to strive on those who come out of the norm. I need to think of something else for the moment and what other than sex is better to forget her little worries. I knock on Jenna's door but no one answers. I insist a little but still nothing. It seems like it's not the best day I've had so far. I retire with a sigh and head to my own room.Friday, November 12, 20169:45 After breakfast, Terry came to my room to talk to me. A singer, Robin Thicke would like me to appear in one of his clips and for that I will not need to dance. The answer must be given fairly quickly but as it is for me a kind of cinematic experience, I ask Terry to be well informed at first to accept if there is no problem. Because I will not accept any more mistakes after last night and I told him so. Signing a contract by imitating my signature is something I could have forgiven if the TV show had not been so catastrophic but in the face of such a result, there is no way I forget and forgive that. This morning, Jenna was still not in her room, so I asked Terry where she was and it was only now that he told me that she was rushed back to the United States. Her grandmother had been sick for several months but yesterday she died. I had no idea but it does not surprise me that she did not tell me about it because she never wants to disturb others with her problems. This idiot could not tell me because she left so quickly that her smartphone remained on the bedside table of her room. I miss her absence but I know she could not do otherwise.10:00 The sauna is definitely perfect for destress. There are three of us right now, a woman in her 40s and a girl of my age or a little younger than me. Everything is calm since everyone has come on his side. The older woman leaves, I watch her go and close my eyes, falling asleep halfway but a very close voice wakes me up. I turn my head and see the girl who is very close to me but I did not really hear what she just told me. I do not care what she has just told me in reality because what I'm looking at is her small mouth adorned with white teeth and huge breasts that I want to take in my hands. I restrain myself and close my eyes to avoid bullshit, but she lies down on my thighs and when my eyes open once again, I see her smiling at me. You will have looked for it, my dear. I lift his head with my hand and my tongue enters his mouth. Immediately his tongue just waiting for it revolves around mine. I release his two huge breasts from his swimsuit, takes one in a hand and gently caress it. She releases mine then her tongue plays with my right nipple, while my hand supporting her begins to visit her vagina. I am very surprised because his clitoris is so big that I can pinch it between my thumb and my index finger. I'm having fun rubbing it faster and faster and this girl shrieks as my hand becomes very wet. After playing together for a half hour, we parted smiling but without saying a word. I do not know her name, her age, but by the only sentence she said at the beginning, I know she is American and it was certainly not her first relationship with another girl.19:00 After a 5-hour Paris-to-Cannes flight I am already at the Palais des Festivals for the presentation of the trophy for the best French group at the NRJ MUSIC AWARDS. I'm talking right now with a very pretty girl with a small mouth adorned with white teeth and huge breasts. Yes we met here by chance at the Palais des Festivals in Cannes. Brianna is the daughter of one of the bigwig at Universal Music Group and came here to accompany her father and discover France she had never visited before. She is actually older than me. Although she appear young, she is 17 years old and lives in California. Coming to France to speak with another American girl is a shame but she does not speak a word of French. During the evening we discuss, finally I discuss for two and play the interpreter for her with French and English singers until my turn to award the trophy of the best French band have come. The noise of the audience that is quite young and mostly girls is deafening. The Kyaaaaa resonate up to here, while we are far from the place itself. I am asked to keep me ready and on and at this precise moment, a voiceover begins to be heard."To present the prize for the best French group of the year 2016. We welcome, The talent and beauty to award the next trophy. She comes from New York to the United States but has also studied in France. A 16 year old girl, full of talent and rising. This is the lovely Lisa Hanckok."Just before it is here, I am told to move on a scene that looks in all respects to the catwalk I know. Should I play models? I hold my laugh thinking of my stupid idea. But as I walk, although I make a big sign to the audience and smile, in my head, I do not smile at all. Yes, in my head it's complete disorder. I just realized that I did not prepare a text. I did not prepare anything special. I still know the name of the winning band and have heard other people make their little speech but imitate them would be frowned upon. BUT WHAT STUPIDE GIRL. But what kind of person can just forget something so important? Me! My god becoming my agent must be one of those chores. I keep moving forward as thousands of words come together in my head and my heart speeds up dangerously. Too bad, it's too late now. In general, although I do not know millions of words, I can not cope with it so badly, so we'll see what my improvisation will do. Let's rethink what others have said and do it according to our idea.I arrive at the end of the stage, grabbed the microphone on the desk, expires quietly and it's gone for what may be will be the joke of the year. "Good evening everyone, I am very happy to meet you here tonight and to have had the honor to participate in such a big event in France that if that continues will become after the United States, my second country of residence. When I look at this trophy, I think about it. Why all the trophies are gold. That's right, some people like me, for example, hate this color and are being forced to keep these ugly things. Good enough word because I think you're all waiting for this moment. The best French group elected by you public NRJ is ... It's boring is not it the suspens. The best French group 2016 are the Frero Delavaga. Applaud the good."
