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Only an idiot could think that there would be a short, fun line for people wanting to audition of the hottest TV show on reality TV. In Louis' reality, the line was beyond short and neither was it fun. But all in all, hopefully it would be worth it.
He tousled his hair, swiping it over to its traditional fringe and licking his finger tips to style the ends. He ran a tongue over his teeth, haven't brushed for at least day since camping over night to at least get a good spot in the line. But of course, Louis was clumsy enough to have been waiting in the girl's auditions line rather than the boys'.
It was going to make history. For the first time (in HD apparently) was there the allowance of males being models on the show. Not like males ever wanted a career. It was sexist honestly. Men couldn't be on TV for Next Top Model and are put to shame on The Biggest Loser or worse, Embarrassing bodies.
But Louis wanted to prove a nation wrong. He wanted to be Top Model. He wanted to dominate all those skinny girls' asses (not literally) and just fuck around with the boys (again, not literal).
Louis wasn't fit, neither was he someone classified as 'good-looking' due to his attitude and rather psychotic personality. He was someone which had talent though. For years, he's been trying to get an agent but only could sink to some stupid photo-shoots on the beach (which didn't even turn out professional and the photographer ended up scoring 300 pounds for himself). Louis had always wanted to be a model and ever since his sister showed him the first cycle of Britain's Next Top Model, Louis had always had a dream to come on the show.
He was seriously thinking about cross-dressing if the show wouldn't allow males.
Thank goodness though, it didn't come to that, and now Louis was standing in line (and has been for the last 7 hours) ready to audition to the critics of panel, the scariest pieces of shit Louis has ever seen.
Liam Payne: The host of the show, also mentor and judge was sitting with that puppy smile he usually creates when he's elated. Louis has seen his bad side before (someone wasn't taking direction properly in a video shoot and ended up spilling the water over the prop car. Lets just say, things didn't end too well with Liam and Mr. Trent Banton). The boy was an absolute supermodel and funnily enough, the 25 year old lad wasn't and hasn't ever been in a modelling career.
Niall Horan: The absolute blonde cutie with a touch of enlightenment which would bring a human back to life. He was definitely someone Louis wanted to meet. The Irish bloke was nearly 21 and he was so bloody good-looking. He was a part-time model for the most of it but soon went out of it to become a fashion designer. His clothes now is what Louis wears day, evening and night.
Caroline Flack: The pretty girl who had the attitude of a bitch. Clearly the harshest on the panel and Louis was ready to face her combat. Louis had been sick of her from the start and from watching all the seasons (all bought on DVD) of BNTM, he just had been so pissed off with her. He needed a new TV because Louis disagreed with her comment on a model being too arrogant (in which she actually won the competition)
And finally, Ed Sheeran: An sweetheart. Never a model and was basically put on panel because of his honest criticism. The bloke was indeed honest and was so subtle about it, it never made anyone cry. He was a very literal man and was trusting. His ginger hair and a smile of an angel never fails to melt Louis' heart.
The line was slowly descending to the catwalk and in the view of Louis was the panel of judges. He held in his excitement, taking a thorough look of his soon-to-probably-be his mortal enemies for the crown. Louis was definitely self conscious. These boys could win in a heartbeat in the modeling industry and here Louis was, more than likely to flop on his butt in a standing challenge (at least he wouldn't hurt himself, his arse is big enough)
Louis shakily held the piece of application paper, almost crumpling it as the line started to trot forward and soon enough, Louis was waiting by the steps for the on-go to see the critics for judging of looks, posture, personality and model quality.
"On you go, lad. Good luck." And Louis' heart stopped. He forcefully moved his frozen body onto the steps, traveling up them with a straight posture looking directly at Liam in the eyes. Louis could of cried at how beautifully wide and brown they were and now, he seriously wanted this.
He wanted to become Britain's first male Top Model.