I don’t know about you, but the modern phenomenon of celebrities “performing” dramatic readings of popular songs makes my skin crawl.
I know, I know, they’re “funny” and prove celebrities don’t walk around with a giant stick up their asses, but to me it’s the dumbest, most mindless thing on the Internet besides Carpool Karaoke, which occupies its own circle of hell.
Which is why my heart warmed when I reluctantly clicked on a link to Gigi and Kendall doing a dramatic reading of Justin Bieber’s song “Baby,” because Gigi Hadid seemed just as upset as I was about what was about to happen.
“I’m Gigi Hadid and only for Lynn am I singing ‘Baby’ by Justin Bieber,” she says. “You guys, this is scary.”
And you know what?
It was scary.
But you know what else?
They both looked incredible, and isn’t that all we want out of models anyway?
About The Author: Maria Pasquini
Maria Pasquini writes about celebrities and makes a lot of jokes. Hopefully you find some of them funny. Follow her on Instagram and Twitter.
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