ATRL Moderator Tsareena Posted August 29, 2017 ATRL Moderator Posted August 29, 2017 36 minutes ago, talent said: working real hard. dont know if i'll be done before 3 but im trying Pull through Melanoma
talent Posted August 29, 2017 Posted August 29, 2017 (edited) doesnt help that i just got a 520 and it didnt save the edits i was making to my lip sync but i remember it all so time to just retype a bunch of text... :-| Edited August 29, 2017 by talent
Citrus Posted August 29, 2017 Author Posted August 29, 2017 Off to my interview, elimination late tonight. The ball is a slay girls.
talent Posted August 29, 2017 Posted August 29, 2017 sorry sis, i really tried to finish it on time. im just about done now though. :-(
Serendipity Posted August 29, 2017 Posted August 29, 2017 13 minutes ago, Citrus said: Off to my interview, elimination late tonight. The ball is a slay girls. Can I send a ball entry?
DripDrip Posted August 29, 2017 Posted August 29, 2017 43 minutes ago, Serendipity said: Can I send a ball entry? My advice is dont , because if you do really well you're gonna have ridiculous high expectations on yourself if you compete and you're never gonna be able to meet them again
Rhisiart Posted August 30, 2017 Posted August 30, 2017 (edited) Yaaaaaaay! Edited August 30, 2017 by Rhisiart
Citrus Posted August 30, 2017 Author Posted August 30, 2017 _____________________________________________________________________________________________________ Episode 10 - Dating Games Lip Sync Melanoma. Noah Fence. ____________________________________________________________ Melanoma @talent Lights come up on Untucked, the final five sit on the couches. Noah, having just learned about her place in the bottom, is laughing. The rest of the girls are kiiing with her, except Melanoma. She sits there, wringing her hands, as Noah speaks. NOAH: I knew this was happening! Can't believe the judges made us wait. NOAH: I've had this lip sync prepared for days, let's get on with it so I can do the ball. NOAH: Will I lose the game? Maybe. Lose the lip sync? **** no. The lights fade out on the rest of the cast, but spotlights remain on Noah and Melanoma. The light slowly dims to red, and Noma's lip sync song begins to play. I DON'T LIKE YOUR LITTLE GAMES DON'T LIKE YOUR TILTED STAGE THE ROLE YOU MADE ME PLAY OF THE FOOL, NO, I DON'T LIKE YOU The scene opens on an office out of a film noir. It's the hour of twilight; the room is dark. Melanoma looks at a picture of Noah in her right hand, inspecting its flaws. The camera cuts to a different angle, showing a knife in her left. The camera follows as she gets up and pins the picture to a wall opposite her. As it zooms, out, there are pictures of all the other contestants hanging with Noah's. I DON'T LIKE YOUR PERFECT CRIME HOW YOU LAUGH WHEN YOU LIE YOU SAID THE GUN WAS MINE ISN'T COOL, NO, I DON'T LIKE YOU (OH!) Melanoma slowly strides back to her desk on the other side of the room. She holds up the knife, and it catches the light off the dim ceiling lamp. She flings it across the room and it lands square in Noah's forehead. It joins the rest of the knives settled in the wall, piercing the other contestants. BUT I GOT SMARTER, I GOT HARDER IN THE NICK OF TIME HONEY, I ROSE UP FROM THE DEAD, I DO IT ALL THE TIME The camera is focused on Melanoma's back as she dramatically works away. It's unsure what she's planning, but her vigor is apparent. Something is about to go down. I'VE GOT A LIST OF NAMES AND YOURS IS IN RED, UNDERLINED I CHECK IT ONCE, THEN I CHECK IT TWICE, OH! The scene cuts to a slip of paper resting on the corner of the desk. As it zooms in, it becomes apparent what is written there. The camera continues to zoom in on Noah's name, then time rewinds. OOH, LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO LOOK WHAT YOU JUST MADE ME DO LOOK WHAT YOU JUST MADE ME It's week six of the competition, the week after Melanoma's elimination. Yet, she's still there, in the workroom, planning her lip sync. Glimpses of her performance are shown, and the audience goes wild. OOH, LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO LOOK WHAT YOU JUST MADE ME DO LOOK WHAT YOU JUST MADE ME Melanoma is seen walking down the runway in her Monochrome look. The judges all gasp, and in the end, CitRus declares her the winner of the challenge. I DON'T LIKE YOUR KINGDOM KEYS THEY ONCE BELONGED TO ME YOU ASKED ME FOR A PLACE TO SLEEP LOCKED ME OUT AND THREW A FEAST (WHAT?) Back to reality, Melanoma reminisces about the first days of the competition. She dreams about being a front runner again, back when everyone ate her up. She could feel the Fierce Drag Jewels™ in her hands, the crown resting on her head. THE WORLD MOVES ON, ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER DRAMA, DRAMA BUT NOT FOR ME, NOT FOR ME, ALL I THINK ABOUT IS KARMA AND THEN THE WORLD MOVES ON, BUT ONE THING'S FOR SURE MAYBE I GOT MINE, BUT YOU'LL ALL GET YOURS Melanoma wanders her beautiful home, thinking about what she would have changed. She contemplates how her beauty and talent could have failed her so early. She realizes that, of course, she must have done everything right. Everyone else did her wrong. BUT I GOT SMARTER, I GOT HARDER IN THE NICK OF TIME HONEY, I ROSE UP FROM THE DEAD, I DO IT ALL THE TIME I'VE GOT A LIST OF NAMES AND YOURS IS IN RED, UNDERLINED I CHECK IT ONCE, THEN I CHECK IT TWICE, OH! Melanoma prepares a revenge plan to use at the finale, making her the star. To comfort herself, she dresses up in her finest, deciding what to wear when her moment comes. Nobody will steal the spotlight from her, not again. OOH, LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO LOOK WHAT YOU JUST MADE ME DO LOOK WHAT YOU JUST MADE ME Time rewinds again, and we find ourselves back in the workroom. It's now week eight, and Melanoma is riding off the high of winning Happy Holigays. Her beautiful Mother's Day outfit and card had the judges breathless. She wants to make it a three win streak, and begins to prepare her product line. OOH, LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO LOOK WHAT YOU JUST MADE ME DO LOOK WHAT YOU JUST MADE ME DO A familiar scene; Melanoma stomps down the runway in a new look. Her executive realness is just like her; sweet as honey. This week, she's the bees knees! Tears roll down CitRus' cheek. The rest of the competitors wish they were Melanoma. I DON'T TRUST NOBODY AND NOBODY TRUSTS ME I'LL BE THE ACTRESS STARRING IN YOUR BAD DREAMS I DON'T TRUST NOBODY AND NOBODY TRUSTS ME I'LL BE THE ACTRESS STARRING IN YOUR BAD DREAMS I DON'T TRUST NOBODY AND NOBODY TRUSTS ME I'LL BE THE ACTRESS STARRING IN YOUR BAD DREAMS I DON'T TRUST NOBODY AND NOBODY TRUSTS ME I'LL BE THE ACTRESS STARRING IN YOUR BAD DREAMS People are shocked as CitRus announces a lip sync extravaganza for the crown. Even further, it is a sixteen way bracket tournament of all the queens. Melanoma realizes this is her opportunity to claim the crown, and prepares. She grabs her best gowns, her highest heels, and her deadliest weapons. There will be no holds barred. "I'M SORRY, THE OLD MELANOMA CAN'T COME TO THE PHONE RIGHT NOW." "WHY?" "SHE'S DEAD!" She realizes that, to win the crown, she may have to face off against Noah in the final battle. She has dreamt of this day, and prepares herself for their final moment. She crosses his name off her list. OOH, LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO LOOK WHAT YOU JUST MADE ME DO LOOK WHAT YOU JUST MADE ME Melanoma and Canela are the last to lip sync in the first round. The song they are given is "Murder on the Dancefloor" by Sophie-Ellis Baxter. It is an explosive performance, but Canela falls behind and lacks, particularly in awareness. Melanoma straps a bomb to Canela's back, and at the end of the performance, she blows. OOH, LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO LOOK WHAT YOU JUST MADE ME DO LOOK WHAT YOU JUST MADE ME DO Melanoma sheds a tear having seen Gladys was eliminated, and worries for Primarina. She is sad to see her sisters lose, but she doesn't lose her focus for one moment. For her lip sync against Stone, they perform to "Hot Knife" by Fiona Apple. Melanoma astonishes the audience; her dress is a spinning whirlwind of blades. Stone keeps up and delivers a stunning performance, but at the end, stumbles. She collapses, dead, and covered in cuts. OOH, LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO LOOK WHAT YOU JUST MADE ME DO LOOK WHAT YOU JUST MADE ME Melanoma worries momentarily about her lip sync against Lola, a formidable opponent. Empty water tanks, with them in it, are rolled out on stage. The song is "Drowning" by Banks. The tanks fill up as they dance, and their underwater choreography is stunning. They both have beautiful, flowing gowns, and swanlike, graceful movement. What Lola does not have, though, is a tank lid that can be removed. At the end of the song, Lola is stuck in the water, and she breathes her last breath. OOH, LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO LOOK WHAT YOU JUST MADE ME DO LOOK WHAT YOU JUST MADE ME DO The final lip sync arrives, and CitRus announces the song is "Blood in the Cut" by K.Flay. Both Noah and Melanoma have been preparing for this moment, and neither will give up easily. They both face each other as the song begins, and unsheathe blades from their gowns. As the two girls spar, they both keep up an immaculate lip sync. Sparks flying off the blades light up the stage, captivating the audience. There is no sound in the theatre but the words of the song and the sting of steel. On the last note, Noah stumbles backwards, disoriented. She collapses against a wall, and her head slides off her shoulders. Melanoma has bested her in a final battle, stunning the crowd. In the silent awe, CitRus announces Melanoma as the Next Drag Superstar. The audience erupts into an uproarious standing ovation. As Melanoma is about to grab the crown, the screen goes dark. Running water can be heard, and the camera fades back in. Melanoma is seen washing the blood off of herself in the shower. Cut to black. Noah Fence @Lémur Given I'm supposed to be a comedy queen, it's really embarrassing to be in the bottom for this challenge. I was confident in my entry but I should paid more attention to the theme and polished my entry more. At this moment, I just feel so disappointed in myself, knowing I was frankly set to win and screwed up my chances now. I don't have anyone to blame for it but myself. You've all seen the tongue-in-cheek, funny side of Noah Fence a lot. And that's what I identify with, being crazy and stupid and making people uncomfortable. But for this lipsync, I want to show you the serious side, because being in the bottom I don't feel quite as jovial. So this entire lipsync is going to be in the format of me talking with nothing else. There’s nothing showy and no formatting, I just want to communicate my ideas. I've always had horrible issues with my body, and I would always feel like I was too ugly to ever be loved. A lot of my insecurities about my body come from my family, who are very health-conscious, and so I wrote a short narrative about something that happened to me as a kid when I visited my nai-nai (Chinese grandmother). Hide contents My weight was always a hot topic at family gatherings. Uncles shoveled seconds onto my plate, telling me I "needed it." Aunts whispered in the next room to my mother about how they were "worried" about me. And so, I was only eight years old when I knew that my family would love me more if I wasn't me. I heard my nai-nai made the most delicious dumplings, but I had never eaten them. As a kid, my palate was limited to say the least, and I would refuse to eat virtually anything except my favorite foods: pizza, chicken nuggets, similar trash. And so I sat at my grandparent's dinner table eating something amorphous and microwaved, afraid to look up from my plate, as the rest of my family feasted on my nai-nai's home-cooked cuisine. I wasn't tuned in to the conversation until it turned to me. "This is ridiculous, Adam," my father scolded. "You can't live on chicken nuggets." "You really don't have much meat on your bones," my aunt felt the need to comment. My arms withdrew into my shirt, my eyes still locked on my plate and nothing else. "Adam," my nai-nai laughed in her thick Chinese accent. "You so skinny, you look like shrimp!" "I need to go to the bathroom" I muttered and I suddenly rose out of my chair, still refusing to look up. My body moved itself slowly into the upstairs bathroom, and I locked the door as tightly as I could. As I turned away from the door, I was startled by the mirror. I stared at myself before deciding, I needed to see. I needed to see Shrimp Boy in all his tragedy. I lifted my loose shirt off myself as though it weighed as much as a family of elephants and turned back to the mirror. All I could see was my arms, made of fallen twigs, and my ribs, poking out like they were trying to escape, and my eyes, red and beginning to cry. I thought about how embarrassed my family must be, dragging around this bag of bones with them wherever they went. Suddenly, I understood why my family always bothered me about what I ate and how much I weighed. No one could ever love Shrimp Boy. I hugged my arms to my chest, but that only made me more aware of my protruding bones, which I was sure were wishing that they could belong to someone else. When I returned to dinner, my eyes still hurt from crying. I wanted to finish my food and the rest of my family was already done, but my mother immediately took me to the kitchen. We were surrounded by leftover food and my nai-nai's dirty dishes and bowls. "Adam, you weren't throwing up in there, were you?" "No." I barely let the words escape my mouth before I started to stomp away. "Get back here, Adam!" my mother's tone began to raise. "I only ask because I care about you!" But that didn't stop me and my stomping morphed into running, straight out of the door. Maybe she did care about Adam. Maybe they all did. But they would never care about Shrimp Boy, and that's who I was. I also wrote a poem recently about my relationship with religion. My Jewish identity is something I feel lots of guilt for. So many of my relatives suffered through the Holocaust because they believed in their religion and their God. Now, my immediate family and I are effectively atheist. We never go to synagogue, we celebrate maybe one or two holidays a year, and I don’t identify with being Jewish at all. I feel extreme guilty that my ancestors have suffered so much just to be Jewish, and it’s not even a part of me. But, what I realized is that Judaism in its traditional sense conflicts with so many parts of me and my life. That’s why I wrote this short piece about how I feel about Judaism and religion in my life. Hide contents My great-great-grandfather was an orthodox rabbi, And I’m glad I’ll never meet him. I can only imagine his litany of complaints As he would sit at the seder table And hear an Asian boy call a Hispanic girl “cousin.” I’m glad I won’t have to hear him howl his disagreement As I recite a prayer With the same lips I would kiss a boy with. I wouldn’t want him looking over my shoulder And reprimanding me Because I wrote “G_d” with an “o,” Or because I forgot the rest of the words After “Baruch Atah Adonai.” I’m sure he would be displeased With my lack of Yiddish fluency And undoubtedly he would curse out my Hebrew school teacher Who told me at age nine that the Torah was hyperbole. But between me and my great-great-grandfather I feel a divide longer and taller than the West Bank Barrier, And although maybe he wouldn’t understand, Somehow, without religion, I can live with myself. So far in this competition, I’ve only shown my music as a platform for humor, like my Know a Fence EP with songs about rosebuds and serving ***** on a platter, but I’m actually a serious musician outside of this competition. This is a song called A Part of Polly Anna from a project I was working on. The idea behind the project was that none of the songs would have any words, just vocal lines on “oohs” and “ahs,” but would still communicate an emotion or an idea purely through the music. This song is about the feeling of being alone and unleashing all the emotions that you keep suppressed. A Polly Anna is “an excessively cheerful or optimistic person,” so the title A Part of Polly Anna refers to the parts of someone who seems happy to outsiders that they keep hidden. Please listen with headphones, and raise your volume probably as the mix is quite soft. Everything is written, produced and recorded by me. I also wanted to, for one last time, showcase some of my origami work, so here are three pieces I’m particularly proud of, the first two both made out of gold foil paper and the last made out of regular printer paper. Lastly, even though I know this isn’t the format that lip syncs take any more, I think it’s important to remember that before this season started no one had expected me to do well, and with the very first round I had beaten expectations and set myself as a front-runner. The whole competition I’ve felt like I’ve needed to beat expectations. First I wasn’t a queen to look out for, then I was just getting ahead because I was a musician, then I was the token ugly girl. I think I’ve proven these things wrong; I’ve won two challenges, placed high for the holiday challenge (and almost high for the beach ball), and I’ve proven that I could do much more than anyone had initially anticipated. But despite having many people that are rooting for me, I’ve also had many detractors, more so than most of the other contestants. I’ve unarguably been a source of controversy since the game began, but regardless I’ve persevered even in moments when I felt like all hope was lost. So, as you make your decision, I hope you keep that all in consideration. If this is the last thing I submit in this competition, I understand. This game has been a complete roller coaster. I’ve lost and gained friends, I’ve spent hours on entries recording music and scouring Google for runway looks, folding origami and putting together lipsync performances. But, overall, I think I can say that I’ve enjoyed my time here, so despite all the complaining I want to thank Citrus, Chanel and the judges for keeping this game together. I hope this isn’t goodbye. Ladies... I have made my decision. And it'll be revealed soon. @Buddy! @True Skarlet @Lémur @DripDrip @Alena @Rhisiart @Kylie Jenner @talent @EJQL8 @Moonchild @Hug @Aciid @Subomie
Kelp Posted August 30, 2017 Posted August 30, 2017 Mel I'm sorry if my comments offended you but why couldn't you talk about it to me directly instead of subposting me, cute lipsync btw although I only read like half of it so far d good luck
talent Posted August 30, 2017 Posted August 30, 2017 1 minute ago, Lémur said: Mel I'm sorry if my comments offended you but why couldn't you talk about it to me directly instead of subposting me, cute lipsync btw although I only read like half of it so far d good luck it was definitely a ****ty place for me to be in bc i felt like we were cool and they hurt because i didnt know where you were really coming from. it was all about miscommunication and id already gotten a lot of similar flack from other people so i just assumed it was extra piled on top. i definitely apologize for over reacting and being a messy binch. we still cool, i'm just an emotional wreck almost 24/7 nnnn
talent Posted August 30, 2017 Posted August 30, 2017 also i hope you see the lip sync more as playful than anything, that was the tone i was going for. you really are my sister. good luck, i love your lip sync
Kelp Posted August 30, 2017 Posted August 30, 2017 Just now, talent said: also i hope you see the lip sync more as playful than anything, that was the tone i was going for. you really are my sister. good luck, i love your lip sync Oh no I get it was playful but the copy and pastes of things I said seemed like you were genuinely offended
talent Posted August 30, 2017 Posted August 30, 2017 2 minutes ago, Lémur said: SCREAMING AT THE ASIAN ONE FOR ME HAHAHAHA it ended up being soooo perfect bsnfjsbb i love 2 minutes ago, Lémur said: Oh no I get it was playful but the copy and pastes of things I said seemed like you were genuinely offended i really was at first, but we talked abou where u were coming from with what you said so i just tried to turn that into the whole scornful revenge story nnnn
talent Posted August 30, 2017 Posted August 30, 2017 and i hope its clear now that i needed so much time because i did two whole challenges with looks and a whole lip sync on top of that
Rhisiart Posted August 30, 2017 Posted August 30, 2017 @Lémur I'm getting emotional again. I can't really come up with words. Just beautiful all around. You are an immensely talented and kind soul, I am so happy we became friends. @talent ..............Bitch.
DripDrip Posted August 30, 2017 Posted August 30, 2017 Omg Noma scalped my wig a biT. Screaming at me dying in a tank mid lip sync, what kind of perfect death Noah really showed a different side of him and it really hit my emotions. You two went compleatly different routes with these but you both snatched omg
talent Posted August 30, 2017 Posted August 30, 2017 Just now, DripDrip said: Omg Noma scalped my wig a biT. Screaming at me dying in a tank mid lip sync, what kind of perfect death drowning actually came on shuffle as i was about to write out your lip sync and i literally was SHOOK. what kind of omen
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