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#tad photoshoots my beloved.....
lilmisswhyso · 2 years
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i love the tad photoshoots so much bc there are the really serious, dramatic shots that get used in promotion/for the final album covers:
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but then there are also all the shots that just show how much fun they’re having:
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h3rmitsunited · 2 years
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this photoshoot is a threat to my mental stability 😍
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alj4890 · 1 year
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Love Drabble
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(Maxwell Beaumont x OC*Sherry Alcantar) in a Choices The Royal Heir Drabble
A/N In my Dark TRR AU, All Through the Night, I created Sherry to be Maxwell's love interest. She chased after him, determined to make him love her like she did him in that mystical AU and I loved her for it. I've been wanting to see what she could do in a normal world without magic and monsters. So, in this drabble, she is still a cousin to Rashad, and has decided to chase down Cordonia's celebrated author when he travels to Hollywood to discuss The Royal Romance's sequel.
I've lost my tag lists 🤦🏻‍♀️ So I have no clue who might want a Maxwell Beaumont drabble 😂 So whoever sees this and likes it. It's for you.
Masterlist
One Way or Another
Cordonia...
"Sherry," Rashad ran his hands down his face, "I'm not going to do that."
"Please!" Sherry pleaded. "You actually know him! All we have to do is fly to California-"
"No." He interrupted.
"And find out where he's staying. Then--"
"No." Rashad said a bit more emphatically.
"We'll then just casually bump into him and you can introduce me," She smiled a tad deviously, "your beloved cousin, and then I'll take it from there."
"Sherry." Rashad dropped his head back. "I'm not going to help you chase down another man. I've played this role in the past, and it always makes it awkward for me when I run into them after you've gotten tired of them."
He waved around the luxurious main drawing room of his duchy.
"I actually live near him and see him regularly at court functions! I'm on the council with him!"
"And Lady Hana." Sherry reminded him
"And Lady Han--," he abruptly cut off what he was about to say.
"Ugh." Sherry flopped back on his couch. "Why don't you just tell her you like her already?"
Rashad leveled a glare upon his cousin. He adored Sherry, but she was entirely too pushy and too sure when it came to matters of the heart. She didn't understand that normal people needed to move at their own pace.
"Fine. Don't end your, how many years is it now? Three?" She asked.
Rashad barely nodded.
"Don't end your three year longing from afar for Hana." She pushed herself off the couch. "I'm not waiting on Maxwell Beaumont to notice me."
"Why him?" Rashad perched his hip on the arm of a chair. "What made you finally notice him?"
Sherry shrugged. "While stuck on a photoshoot in Bora Bora, I read the first Royal Romance and I knew he was the one for me." She winked at him. "That's why I rushed home."
"Uh huh." Rashad studied her a few silent seconds. "If I do this-"
"I knew you wouldn't let me down!" Sherry bounded over to hug him.
"Once I introduce you to him, I'm done. No more helping you chase him until he dates you." Rashad gripped her upper arms. "Agreed?"
"Agreed." She clasped her hands together. "I'll go finish packing. Our flight leaves in three hours."
"Our flight leaves in..." Rashad couldn't believe her nerve in assuming he'd just give in to her demands.
He watched her skip out of the room as if this was something normal.
Shaking his head in exasperation, he wondered how Maxwell would react to being in a relationship with her.
He knew it was inevitable. No one stood a chance against his cousin. He only wished he could warn the poor guy.
************
"Which one?" Sherry held up two dresses.
Rashad sighed as he set a contract he was studying aside.
"I like the black one." He responded.
She dropped the red one and dashed to her room to change.
"You sure he'll be at the premiere?" She yelled out.
"Yes." Rashad got to his feet to pour a needed glass of bourbon. "Liam told me that they'd all been invited to Ryan Summers 's latest film." He took a long sip. "Ever since he played Maxwell in the first film, they've become good friends."
Sherry stepped back out and did a slow twirl. "Well?"
"You look nice." He straightened his tie. "Let's get this over with."
"Cheer up." She walked over to help him when he made it even more lopsided. "Hana will be there." Her lips turned up in a teasing smile. "Maybe you'll be able to get ten words out this time instead of the usual five."
"I can talk to her." He grumbled.
"I know you can." Sherry grasped his arms and shook him. "Remember that you're a catch too. She'd be lucky to have a man like you love her."
His frown turned into a shy smile. "You really think so?"
"I know so." She stepped behind him to push him towards the door. "Now let's go get our love stories started.
***********
Afterparty...
"Great movie." Maxwell responded. "I give it five stars."
"Thank you." Ryan replied, including the rest of the Cordonians he'd come to know in his gratitude. "It means a lot to me that you all came for this event."
"Are you kidding?" Riley teased. "We couldn't disappoint Maxwell 2.0 by missing this."
"Maxwell 2.0?" Ryan repeated with a laugh.
"That's what he calls you." Drake rolled his eyes. "What is it he says about Summers?"
"Ryan is an excellent imitation but he'll never be the OG." Hana promptly quoted.
The group chuckled while Maxwell sputtered to assure Ryan that he really did do an excellent job as The Royal Romance version of Maxwell Beaumont.
"Thanks." Ryan didn't bother to smother his laughter. "I have some more guests to greet." He waved as he walked away. "But come find me later to talk about the next book."
"Now what do we do?" Drake asked.
"Enjoy the party, of course." Riley told him.
She linked her arm with Liam's, smiling when he asked her to dance.
"I'm going to the bar." Drake snagged a few hors d'oeuvres along his way.
Maxwell breathed out a long breath.
"Are you all right?" Hana gently placed her hand on his arm.
"It's hard keeping up the Maxwell Media Mogul persona." He looked about at all the famous, important faces. "I feel out of place half the time."
"Well, we think you are doing great." Hana told him.
"Really?"
She nodded with an encouraging smile.
"Thanks Hana." He slung his arm around her shoulders, squeezing her close. "You're the best."
She hugged him back. "I think I'm going to see what desserts they have, would you like me to bring you back a plate of something?"
"Yes, please." He begged. "I think this is a night to both stress eat and stress dance."
She giggled while promising to bring him back enough treats to relax.
He watched her leave and felt his nervousness return.
"Maxwell?"
He turned around with a ready smile, only to stare in surprise at the sight of Rashad with a stunning date on his arm.
He'd always thought the man was in love with Hana.
My powers of love detection must be way off, he thought to himself.
"Hey." Maxwell greeted warmly. "I didn't know you were coming to this."
"Neither did I." Rashad let out an oomph when Sherry elbowed him. "Have you, uh, met my cousin, Lady Sherveen Alcantar?"
Maxwell studied the gorgeous face for a few seconds.
"I don't think I have." He held his hand out.
She took it, smiling up at him. "I've been hoping for a chance to meet you."
"You have?"
She nodded, stepping closer. "I'm a huge fan of your books."
"You...you are?" Maxwell colored some under those mesmerizing gray eyes of hers. "Thank you."
Rashad rolled his eyes as he stepped away. "Excuse me a moment, I see someone I need to say hello to."
"Say hi to Hana for me." Sherry told him, keeping Maxwell dead in her sights.
Maxwell swore he heard Rashad curse as he walked away.
"So, uh, Lady Sherveen--"
"Call me Sherry." She insisted.
"Sherry." He smiled once more at her. "What's been your favorite part from my books?"
She bit down on her bottom lip while gazing up at him through her long lashes.
"I loved every part you were in."
The tips of Maxwell's ears turned red over that complement.
"Ah. Um." He took a step back when she moved even closer. "I, I was around for a lot of the uh drama and romance."
"I know." Sherry cornered him back against a wall. "You became a man I have been very anxious to meet."
He swallowed nervously, eyes darting around for one of his friends to help him. He didn't know why he felt the need for backup, but something about this woman made him anxious.
"In fact, you're the reason I am ready to come back to Cordonia."
He stilled, brow furrowed in confusion. "Me?"
"Yes." She grinned up at him. "I thought the court would be filled with proper, dull people obsessed with etiquette and waltzing. If I'd known someone fun like you was there, I'd have quit my job and come straight back home for good."
"You would?" He began to relax in finding a kindred spirit. "I'd um, I'd have liked that." His dimples deepened with his grin. "I mean if you'd have been there."
Her eyes cut to the crowd at the party once more as she felt the beginning of a plan form. "You want to get out of here?"
"And do what?"
"Have a night on the town of course!" She grasped his hand giving it a playful tug. "We're in the City of Angels! The club scene alone here kicks this party's butt much less all the cool places one can get into trouble."
"Trouble?" He felt his desire to escape with her fight his brother's dogmatic teachings that he couldn't embarrass his family and friends. "Maybe we should stay here."
Sherry pouted playfully. "You're really going to let me go off alone to have a good time?"
His eyes widened again. He didn't know this woman. He knew she was Rashad's cousin, but other than that he had no clue who she really was. And yet, hadn't he not known who Riley was when he first invited her to Cordonia?
Look how great that turned out, he thought to himself. I ended up with a new best friend and helped Liam find the love of his life.
Maybe Sherry is destined to become a new friend. A really, really hot friend.
"Let's do it!"
Sherry's effervescent smile caused his heart to feel like it was doing somersaults.
Her eyes darted around the room until she found the closest exit. She leaned in even closer to Maxwell, allowing him not only a generous view of her cleavage but also the enticing scent of orange blossoms to tease his senses.
"When I give you the signal, go out that door." She whispered.
"What's the signal?"
Sherry flopped her long back hair over her shoulder, winked at him, then took off running.
Maxwell let out a startled whoop and ran after her.
This, he thought with a grin, was going to be one crazy night.
*************
Outside, Maxwell whistled in appreciation when the valet drove up in a red Aston Martin DBS.
"This yours?" He asked.
Sherry slid into the driver's side and winked at him. "Maybe."
His eyes widened. "Whose is it?"
"I'll tell you later." She shifted into first gear, revving the engine. "You coming or what?"
Swallowing with a quick glance around for cop cars, he hopped over the passenger door. He landed perfectly in the seat, snapping his seatbelt in place.
With a delighted laugh, Sherry hit the gas and sped off into the night.
"So...where to?" Maxwell asked.
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?"
He gulped. He didn't know why he was filled with the need to impress this serendipitous woman, but he was.
"Let's do something unexpected!" He exclaimed.
"Unexpected..." Sherry pulled out her phone and made a quick call. "Hey! I'm calling in that favor you owe me."
Maxwell watched her charm her way into getting what she wanted.
"There we go." She tossed her phone into the cupholder and shifted into a higher gear. "Something unexpected coming up!"
***********
A little while later...
"Where are we?" Maxwell whispered as they walked up to the back of a large building.
"You'll see." Sherry took his hand, guiding him towards a plain looking door.
She carefully knocked in a tempo that he swore was Queen's We Will Rock You song.
The door cracked open, giving a bare sliver of light.
"You got mud on your face." A voice whispered.
"You big disgrace." Sherry whispered in response. "Kicking your can all over the place."
The door opened all the way much to Maxwell's shock.
"After you." Sherry gently pushed him through the pitch black doorway.
He reached back and gripped her hand. He had the most uneasy feeling that he'd just entered the beginning of his downfall.
And for some strange reason, he believed the woman who had brought him here would save him.
As they followed a shadowed figure up six flights dimly lit stairs, he began to imagine all the nefarious activities that awaited him when they reached their destination.
They'll cut me open and harvest my organs leaving me in a tub of ice. Or, they'll kill me. Maybe hold me for ransom. Bertrand will never pay what they ask for. Sherry could sell me as a sex slave.
That last thought had him thinking about Sherry possibly wanting him for her own slave.
They'll want to steal my ideas for my next book. Get all the dirt on Liam and Riley. Nothing they can do will make me reveal anything! They'll--
"Here we are." Sherry turned around towards Maxwell with a black cloth in her hands.
Oh my god, she's going to kill me!
"Close your eyes and lean down."
He blinked and slowly did as she asked.
Her smile was so excited.
Are all murderesses this happy with their intended victims?
She tied the black scarf around his eyes.
"Can you see anything?" She asked.
"No." His voice cracked.
I hope I don't see the weapon she chooses.
She took his hand again, lacing her fingers with his.
He was tugged forward. He thought he heard some clicks and then a door shut off in the distance.
"Keep your eyes closed." Sherry ordered.
"Okay." He mumbled, bending down once more so she could untie the scarf.
Sherry felt her heart melt over his face being so close to her own. His eyes were shut tight like a little boy's would be waiting on a present. She thought he was so adorable that she couldn't resist trying one more thing with him before he opened his eyes.
She tenderly cupped his face between her hands and pressed her lips to his.
Maxwell jumped in reaction, yet kept his eyes shut.
So it is a sex slave thing.
His arms wound around her waist the moment she moved closer to his body.
This definitely isn't the worst way she could kill me.
Sherry broke away, breathing hard from the passion in his response. She looked up at him in awe that she'd finally experienced the perfect kiss.
She'd certainly kissed enough men in the past to know when it was the one she'd been dreaming of.
"Can I open my eyes now?" Maxwell asked.
"What?" She ran her fingers through her hair then straightened her black dress. "Let me um, let me get you into position."
She moved him a little to the left then turned him around. "Now."
He opened his eyes then blinked until the room came into focus. His lips parted on a gasp as he looked around.
"What is this place?"
"I brought you to MoDS." She grinned up at him. "The Museum of Dream Space."
"Wow!" He stepped forward into a room of colored lights that made it look like something from another world. "This is incredible!"
Sherry beamed as he exclaimed over how cool this museum was.
"What made you think to bring me here?" He asked, darting into another room designed to give a new light experience.
She lowered her eyes. He could tell in the softer lights of this room that a blush was forming.
"I don't know." She clasped her hands behind her back. "I guess I thought from the way you write, that you would appreciate something like this."
"You thought right!" He twirled about in the next room they came to, trying to take it all in.
He noticed her mysterious, onset bashfulness and reached behind her for her hand.
"Dance with me." He yanked her into his arms.
"Dance?" She laughed, returning to her former confident self. "Here?"
"We have different colored sparkling globes all around us." He explained. "This room is crying out for a dance."
"Then we need music." She told him.
"Already taken care of." He held his phone up with a grin.
"A slow song?" She slipped her arms around his neck. "I pictured you picking something more up tempo."
"Maybe I wanted an excuse to hold you close." He grinned, leaning down to kiss her.
"Maybe you don't need an excuse." She rose up on her tiptoes to meet his lips with her own.
Sherry felt her heart nearly beat out of her chest with how much this second kiss was more perfect than the first.
"Wow." Maxwell mumbled against her lips. "We really should do that more often."
All she could do was nod in absolute agreement.
"You want to see the other rooms?"
He shrugged. "I don't think they'll be near as perfect as this one."
Sherry giggled, pressing another quick kiss to his lips. "We won't know how perfect they are until we get in there."
"So an experiment, hmm?" He winked at her, taking her hand once more in his. "I'm down for that."
**************
A few hours later, the two were sitting near a brightly lit fountain, eating fast food, and talking about everything that came to mind.
"Okay, I gotta know." Maxwell waved toward where they'd left the car. "Whose is that?"
"Part of me wants to mess with you some more and either leave it a mystery or say I stole it." Sherry grinned at him. "But since you are so cute, I'll tell you the truth."
"I knew my adorableness would open doors for me one day." He mumbled around a huge bite of his burger.
She giggled, stealing some of his fries. "It's mine. Or at least, exactly like mine. I rented this one here."
"Nice. Is yours back in Cordonia?"
"Uh huh." She finished off her burger and searched for a napkin. "Domvalier."
Maxwell reached over with his napkin to wipe some mustard off her chin.
Their eyes met. Grins formed the longer they looked at one another.
"So? Since you clearly have the best taste in cars," Maxwell got to his feet, snagging her hand along the way, "Wanna take me out another night on the town once we're back home?"
With a smooth move, he had her back in his arms, forehead touching hers.
"Ummm," she replied with a laugh, "no."
Maxwell jerked back in surprise. He'd been so certain she liked him as much as he liked her.
She grasped his tie, pulling him down into a long, deep kiss.
Her silvery gray eyes held his ocean blue as she whispered.
"I'm going to need a lot of nights on the town with you."
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myprincecandy · 7 years
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[ENG] Men’s health - Huang Zitao: Nothing can weaken me
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On 27th May, the movie “Edge of Innocence” will be released in China. His very first movie was praised widely by experienced actors. In the 2nd season of “Takes A Real Man”, he’s the rebellious soldier who in the end, became the top soldier. And now he’s the endorser of the 2017 Super Boy show, with the words “Follow Me” displayed proudly on the posters. Is this still the “Huang Zitao” you knew from before?
The interview took place after the photoshoot. Exhausted, Huang Zitao was sprawled out on the chair, letting the make-up artist remove his make-up first, taking a break before indicating that the interview can begin. Because the chat was done with him facing the make-up mirror, it resulted in a rather symbolic scene. He would stare very hard at himself in the mirror as he answered the questions; at times he would answer back, staring at us in the mirror. Or he would be answering, seeming spaced out, staring into himself in the mirror.
There seemed to be no predictable pattern to him, as he suddenly swings from being high to angry, talkative and then refusing to explain things. But actually, according to psychology, people usually understand themselves through what they see in the mirror. As such, when Huang Zitao’s staring at himself at the mirror while answering the questions, those are things that he’s actually saying to himself. When he’s staring at us (or rather, the people who care about him in the room) and answering, what’s being expressed is the understanding he hopes to gain from others, and the emotional connection. When he’s staring at the interviewer through the mirror (i.e. unfamiliar bystanders) and answering the questions, the cautious attitude is a display of the defensive measures he has put in the place to protect against the hurt he had suffered from before. And as for spacing out and staring at himself or into the distance as he answers, those are things that he’s saying to the future.
This time round, let’s might as well make things a tad more special, and show, in its original form, how the interview took place, and categorize it according to the above categories, throw it a bit of background information, and ultimately, help you get to personally know Huang Zitao.
“Super confident in himself”
Q: We’re having a military theme for this photoshoot, do you like it?
T: Yes! Actually I look good in just about everything.
Q:  Which part of you do you think is good looking? Tell us so that we can take note of it more.
T: All of me looks good. When taking photos please photo the right side.
With regards to his looks, Huang Zitao’s forever super satisfied with himself. We’ve heard that he’ll even examine his photos carefully, and tell himself, “Actually I didn’t really put on that much weight, I’m still very handsome.” He’s also very disciplined when it comes to eating. He worries that if he thinks only about eating every day, he’ll look so bad on camera that no one will look at him again. However, afterwards we found out that he’s been taking traditional Chinese medication as he wasn’t feeling well. That’s why he has to eat 3 meals daily, which is quite a challenge as he used to eat only 1 meal a day.
Q: You think you do have a gift for acting, right?
T: I’m a genius. Really. I feel that I have come to this earth with a great mission and responsibility given to me by the heavens. Once I’ve completed with the mission I can go back.
With regards to his acting, a few veteran actors, such as Wang Xueqi from “The Game Changer”, has given high praise for Huang Zitao’s acting, saying that he has a bright future ahead of him. In the filming of “Railroad Tigers”, Huang Zitao’s refusal to use stunt doubles and the ferocity at which he did the stunts himself, made Jackie Chan felt as if he was looking at his younger self. Since then, he has called Huang Zitao as his “beloved student”. Actually what Huang Zitao’s really calling out for is the following, “When everyone’s doubting you, on a very quiet set, when everyone’s looking to see if you can deliver that scene. Be it crying or getting angry, in any case, it’s those sort of important scene. When you are done with the scene, and everyone’s clapping for you. When the silence is broken by the thunderous applause, that kind of recognition is really a great comfort to me. Hence I feel that I do have the talent for this, and have shown my abilities. When everyone feels that I don’t have what it takes, I’ll show them with my abilities. Everyone then slowly start to jokingly call me the best actor. Well of course, it’s because I acted well. So since everyone’s praising me, I’ll accept it.”
Q: In the 2nd season of “Takes A Real Man”, why did you manage to take the spot of the top soldier, i.e. “soldier king”?
T: What do you think is the reason? It’s because I’m a true soldier. I retired from the Leishen commando squad at the age of 23.
Actually that is just a national education program. But Huang Zitao still transformed from a wild, untamed horse, into a real soldier. From him not really knowing where’s home or who’s his family, to slowly growing up step by step, that growth has brought about a whole new understanding of him for everyone. Before leaving the squad, the squad leader gave him a medal from the special operations team. He has tattooed the medal on himself, forever defining himself as a soldier.
Q: What’s your definition of the C-POP that you wish to develop? What’s the style like?”
T: I’m C-POP. C-POP is me. Time can and will prove everything. When you all interview me again 10 years later, I would be the representative of C-POP.
Actually when Huang Zitao first made his debut, what he saw was Korea’s music, K-POP, that had become wildly popular. It’s a mix of Korea’s popular music, electronic music, hip hop, dance etc. He wants to make China’s very own China-POP. Currently for all his songs, it’s arranged and produced by Daryl.K (of his age), while he himself is in charge of most of the composing and lyrics.
“Laying bare his heart”
Q: You’ve previously practiced martial arts, so you must have excellent control over your body. Did you have problem performing the lines when you made your first movie?
T: Initially it was tough remembering the lines. When making EOI, I remembered that there was a rainy scene. Perhaps it was the noise in the surrounding area, but that scene was taking me forever and it just wasn’t good. I got very angry and so I asked the director to give me a minute to rest. I went to vent my frustrations against the wall, hitting it. Once I was done, I went back to the scene again and it was finally done. Now I only need to read it once to remember it.
A lot of times, Huang Zitao has expressed his admiration for those who “really has the skills and abilities.” Because he had benefited a lot from his senior’s experiences. For example, Jackie Chan, whom he met on his second film. Jackie Chan taught him to take note of the position of the cameras. No matter who he’s in the scene with, he has to remember not to block the others from the camera. He has to coordinate his position according to how the cameras moved, and Jackie Chan went into specifics as to what to do at each point, such that he was able to act naturally and at the same time, take note of the cameras.
Q: Are you thankful to the reality TV shows for being such a turning point for your career?
T: I didn’t go on all the reality TV shows for fun.   To me, even if those shows are not popular, they are valuable life experiences for me. For example, I went on Korea’s Law of the Jungle when I was 18 years old. I went on it again in China when I was 23. It’s because it gives me memories. You can’t experience that kind of life in reality. Despite not having anything, every day we’re laughing so happily. Nowadays people have basically everything, but yet every day they are so unhappy.
Q: Are you different from the other popular young male idols because you have trained in martial arts since young and hence is not afraid of hardship?
T: Everyone’s afraid of hardship. It all depends on whether you are willing to endure it.  I said this during the concert tour press launch earlier on. Artists are actually no different from your cleaners, or normal office workers. It’s just a job. So do it well since a job is given to you. Making a fuss and wanting to go home over a small cut is just so pretentious. I feel that those really are very trivial matters. I’ve never felt that the things I’ve done are hard/tough. Those are my choices. I only have one thought and that is to complete it and do it well.”
It’s precisely this declaration of wanting to do things to the best of his ability once he’s made up his mind, that Super Boy decide to pick him as the spokesperson. He represents that special characteristic of this era; of the freedom and abandon at which the 90-ers expresses themselves, unafraid of controversy and of being “anti-ed”. Having long been “anti-ed” and “vilified”, Huang Zitao has this suggestion for this year’s Super Boy participants, and that is to be always confident in themselves. In this internet age, many people may come under immense stress, getting attacked scolded & vilified online. When that happens, you should always be confident in yourself, never give in and never follow the masses blindly.  It’s just like what his lyrics has always conveyed: “to always work hard, and rule this world.”
Q: How’s preparations for the concert?
T: About to start dance practice soon. I’m not good at dancing, so gotta practice.
In the world of music, Huang Zitao’s like a very persistent, hot blooded youth. His staff witnesses how he stays from noon till late into midnight at the recording studio every day.  Present in all of his original works, are his persistence towards pursuing C-POP, and his attitude towards life. It’s also as he had said, ‘if you want to really understand me, go listen to my songs.’ There was once when he, after finishing a song, played it for his staff. And it moved one of his female staff, who had recently been through some setbacks in her relationship, to tears. She was sitting at the back, and cried as she listened to it. Huang Zitao quietly passed her some tissue after seeing that, and only said, “I cried too when I was writing the lyrics for this.”
I will not go die easily
Q: Do you still care about how others think about you?
T: 10 years ago when I was in school, I told everyone that I wanted to be a star. No one believed me, and they all felt that there’s something wrong with me, scolding and mocking me. 10 years later, I’m sitting here. I have become a star. I don’t care about whatever it is you say now, it’s really not worth caring about. I only care about whether my future will be better. Right now, I’m just waiting for the right time for all my things (to happen), because I’m ahead of time. As for my talk on my dreams of the future, it really doesn’t matter if you believe in it or not. Because 10 years later I can definitely do it. I can achieve all the things I want to achieve.
Q: We have toy bombs as props today in our photoshoot, and it’s kind of similar to those nasty rumors. Are you still afraid of those things? Previously you have said that though you may not appear to care, deep inside your heart has been pierced through a million times already.
T: I’ve not been afraid (of those) for a very long time.
Q: Do you want to argue/show that you are very hardworking?
T: There’s no need to. What’s the use? Everyone knows how to talk about it.
Q: So does that make the way you live even more unadulterated and individualistic?
T: The way I live my life is very simple. I like the people whom I like, and just do my things. Don’t give a damn about what others say. Isn’t this how life is like? Everyone will die someday, so all the more you must make the most out of the way you live. Those who are wasting time every day, I really don’t know what he’s after. So why should I bother with them? There are better people for me to meet in the future. There are things that I need to slowly think through, and I need to make sure each step I take is a solid/grounded, so I won’t fall down. That’s my life. I have said that I will definitely fulfill my dreams and achieve all that I wish to do. Why? It’s because I have the self-confidence. Because I can. Because I’ll persevere. You can choose not to believe in it. But just wait and see 10 years later. I just want to be the best I can be. I’m working hard to achieve the value of life, and that’s ok. Whether you like me or not it’s up to you.
Q: What if others are unkind to you?
T: Stay far away from him. Even if others harm me, I won’t harm others. That’s my principle.
Q: Who are the people whom you respect?
T: I respect people who are capable, talented and kind. I respect everyone around me, those who are good to me, I respect my family, teacher, friends and fans. As for those whom I don’t know, and who are prejudiced against me despite not knowing the truth, they really don’t matter to me.
Postscript
Lastly, you really don’t need to try to decide whether you like Huang Zitao or not based on your preferences or emotions. We just happened to have one image in our minds.  Once there was a young boy who practiced martial arts. Much wrong was done to him and as he gritted his teeth and carried on, he thought, “Why don’t you like me? I don’t care even if you don’t like me! I’m not afraid of hardship; one day I’ll make my name known throughout this world…..” and all the while, he’s  practicing his moves tirelessly.
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