Improvisation, Make-up and Lip-sync
boychild
Underground movement legend boychild hosts this workshop—on improvisation, cosmetics, movement and lip-sync.
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Underground movement legend boychild hosts this workshop—on improvisation, cosmetics, movement and lip-sync.
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