‘Love Island’ Fans NEED To See Kyra’s Music Videos — Including One From ‘Kidz Bop’

Winston joined Love Island with his eye on Kyra, sensing a kindred spirit, and maybe he’s onto something there. The former Big Brother cast member not the only one with other reality shows under his belt. Love Island‘s Kyra Green was on America’s Got Talent. She’s not lying about being a singer: the Islander has been in show business since she was a little kid!

Kyra and her two siblings. Tori and Riley, have a soul pop group called 212 Green. Yes, they have a Soundcloud. Kyra is the middle child, something she mentioned this week on Love Island. Now you know why family is so important to her: the Green family is so tight knit, they harmonize! They’re based in LA now but the family is from Harlem, New York it seems safe to assume that those numbers are referring to/repping their area code. They took the America’s Got Talent stage in 2013, during Season 8, and while fans didn’t see them get eliminated they were clearly an established group.

She sings, she dances, she plays guitar. According to their AGT intro, 212 Green plays festivals, hospitals, and on the subway. New York buskers are no joke, you guys. There are actually some videos on their Youtube account of 212 Green performing in Union Square for commuters.

Here’s a live 212 Green performance from 2012. They are introduced by their dad!

"I grew up in a family of hippies," said Kyra in an interview with People, "just do-whatever-makes-you-happy, so it’s always super hot to me when a guy is his true self and not just the norm and he’s confident in that.”

These hippie siblings are really sweet, y’all — look at them just jammin’ a capella in a living room.

As the years have progressed, so have their production values. Here is a more recent music video:

Flash forward to 2019 and they have this video for their song "Throw That," dropped just around the time Love Island premiered. Do you have questions about the UNO cards in Kyra’s portion of the video? You’re probably not alone.

There are a lot more videos of Kyra and the Green siblings singing, dancing, and getting into shenanigans on their Youtube channel.

But wait, the most musical important discovery about this Love Island standout? Kyra was in Kidz Bop from around 2008-2010. Yes, that Kidz Bop. There are more so many more videos of Kyra in Kidz Bop and they’re as super cute as you’d expect. But let’s narrow it to one for the moment, and this Beyoncé cover is clearly her best. Kyra was channelling her inner Sasha Fierce from a young age.

Will Love Island launch 212 Green and Kyra’s music career to the next level? Who can say? It’s definitely clear that she’s hiding a lot of talent in the villa. The "dance off" was fun this week, but can we get a karaoke night or something on Love Island next? Obviously, Kyra would smoke the competition.

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Love Island's Amy has had one relationship but schooled us in how to breakup

Last night Amy Hart followed her heartbreak and left the Love Island villa, choosing her mental health over money.

Snaps for Amy Hart.

In doing so, the former flight attendant may have had one of the classiest exits from the ITV2 show, showing us all there really are people out there who go on these shows looking for love and not just fleeting fame.

Perhaps it’s the cynic in me that assumed all contestants (at least from the last few years) have their glistening eyes on the £50,000 prize at the end, while wondering how many teeth whitening sponsored posts they can score once they’re booted.

Amy’s dignified conversation with Curtis Pritchard – the man whose eyes wandered while Amy was in Casa Amor and then once again when she returned and Maura Higgins made her move – was a breath of fresh air to a genre that often ends in screaming, swears and floods of dramatic tears, all for our potential enjoyment.

The woman admitted she’d never had a boyfriend before, yet the way in which she wrapped things up with Curtis – having revealed she had gone and fallen in love at the same time – schooled us all in how to handle a breakup.

People, take note.

The speed at which many contestants land a new lover on these shows only serves to make me think they’re in it to win it – not for the love, but the money.

While past Love Island contestants have openly admitted that, sure, a relationship might be a nice offset from appearing on the show, it was also a means to launch a career in front of the cameras.

It’s admirable to admit that, but this week Amy has shown us that all hope is not lost – you can go on a reality show to find love and bow out when you’re no longer happy. Even if it might cost you a few hundred thousand extra Instagram followers.

With such chatter about the mental health issues inherent in reality TV, Amy admission that she cannot move on and heal while in the house shows me there may be a light at the end of this reality TV tunnel; a tunnel that thrives on continued drama, no matter the stakes.

She might have stirred up trouble with viewers in the beginning, acting as a producer’s dream, when she clashed with Lucie Donlan, but she has now set an important precedent for anyone on a show of this ilk that it’s okay to act like Elsa and let it go if it’s not working for you.

Earlier this season Maura became our feminist icon when she rejected Tom Walker moments before their potentially ‘frisky’ Hideaway sleepover, when she overhead him tell the lads he was keen to see if ‘she was all mouth’.

Now Amy has doubled down on the message that women need to be strong enough to walk away from a situation that is no longer healthy.

Okay, she’s probably already got an inbox filled with influencer requests, event invitations and messages to appear on Good Morning Britain (told you I was cynical), but I’m going to hazard a guess that was never the end goal for her.

Mental health and self-care needs to be number one – not a pay cheque. Go Amy.

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From Eye Shape to Booty! ‘Love Island’ Cast Reveal What They’re Looking for

All about that booty! That’s the case for Michael Yi, the model who’s looking for The One on Love Island.

“I’m a booty guy. I love booty. I really do,” the 29-year-old told Us Weekly exclusively about what he’s drawn to in a woman. “I like the face and booty, and those are the top two things that I look for. I don’t know what I look for first, the face or the booty. Somehow, I look at both at the same time.”

Meanwhile, Yamen Sanders knows what’s important — someone who checks all the boxes, including being “able to cook some good tacos.”

As for the women, Alana Morrison may only be 21, but she’s looking very closely for the perfect man — and the perfect eyes.

“I’m really into eye shapes, so if I see an eye shape that I’m into, I’ll be like, ‘Oh, my gosh, who is he?’” the Connecticut native said. “I also pay attention to hands and teeth. A lot of girls like teeth, but hands. If his hands are like very manicured or they look nice, l want to let him hug me or hold me.”

Then there’s Mallory Santic, an analyst for Nike who has an obsession with John Mayer. “He has everything I want in a guy and more. He is absolutely perfect,” the 25-year-old told Us. “He’s artistic, he’s creative, he’s smart, he’s super talented. He is just the full package. I love him. I DM him all the time on Instagram, I comment on all his photos. I’ve been to all his concerts. He’s my dream.”

For more from the cast of Love Island, watch our exclusive interviews above. Love Island premieres on CBS Tuesday, July 9, at 8 p.m. ET.

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Love Island star Belle Hassan's dad issues stark warning to Anton Danyluk

Love Island star Belle Hassan’s dad has warned her partner Anton Danyluk that there will be trouble if he breaks her heart.

Actor Tamer Hassan, who starred in the sixth season of Game Of Thrones playing Khal Forzo as well as having a role in EastEnders, is vowing to parachute into the infamous Majorcan villa to have words with the businessman if he hurts his daughter.

‘I kept saying, “Anton, I dare you.” I thought, “If you say anything that ain’t true or upset Belle, then mate I am coming in on a helicopter with a parachute and I am picking you up and taking you out,”‘ Tamer told The Sun.

He added that there would be issues if Anton didn’t treat Belle like a queen, adding to the publication: ‘So I’m telling you, Anton, be nice.’

Belle coupled up with Anton following the madness that was Casa Amor and dad Tamer is over the moon that his daughter is having a ball.

‘I am happy that she has found someone and that her holiday and experience has been extended for as long as it can,’ he continued.

‘I want her to have the best time of her life.’

Before Belle entered the villa, she identified her famous dad, baring all: ‘My dad is an actor, Tamer Hassan. He’s been in The Football Factory, The Business, Game of Thrones – he is my link to the famous world.

‘He is a very supportive dad, he is like my best friend and is always there for me. He’s told me to be myself but has also warned me, “I’m watching and I’m going to be seeing every detail!”

‘Because he was in a film with Danny Dyer, I’ve met Dani Dyer when we were kids.’

Love Island airs weekdays at 9pm on ITV2.

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The House Where My Husband Doesn’t Exist

I rang the doorbell of my grandmother’s house before remembering to pull off my wedding ring. I slipped it into my pocket and, just like that, I was someone else — an actor playing a fictional version of me.

In Los Angeles this past December for the holidays, I had arranged to see my grandmother for what I assumed would be the last time; she was 96 and in failing health. When other family members nearby learned I was coming, the visit turned into an event — a bustling gathering of aunts, uncles and cousins I hadn’t seen gathered together in years. This local crowd no longer included me; I had moved to Oregon three years earlier when my husband got a job there.

Inside, one of my aunts squeezed my arm and gave me a once-over.

“Portland agrees with you,” she said. A relatively new grandmother, she wore an expression of weary contentedness, and I felt a familiar stab of guilt that my mother wears no such expression. That afternoon, my mother had stayed home with my husband to help him feel less alone. To help us all pretend this was not a charade.

With my father and sister following, I passed through my grandmother’s house, noting the same framed photos on the bar, of weddings and births and people long dead. The same artificial flowers in the corner. The same plastic protector covering pristine carpet that will never know bare feet. Curtains partially drawn to block the heat, making the room exist in an eternal twilight. I made a mental note to tell my husband about all of this, things he will never see in a place he does not exist.

The family room was full of uncles and cousins and cousins once removed. In the corner, my grandmother sat in the same spot on the couch where I have always known her to be, breathing through a tube connected to an oxygen tank.

“David!” she called out, raising her arms. Her hair, once so well coifed, was frazzled. I knelt by her, then took her hands into mine and kissed them. I had never done that before, and it surprised us both.

“He kissed my hands!” she said to no one in particular, either moved by the gesture or terrified by its implication; it was the kind of tender act that says, “Goodbye.”

“I’m dying,” she said. My grandmother had been dying for 20 years. On that day, however, her shrunken body declared that truth in a way her voice never could.

“I love you, Nana,” I said.

“Cancer,” she said.

“I love you.”

There was little else to say. Our relationship had been built on decades of two-minute conversations about her most recent aches and pains. I would reciprocate with a curated version of my life, stripped of any ache or pain. She never knew about my coming out, the conversion therapy, the years of shame and self-loathing nor, much later, my self-acceptance.

I did feel a love born of duty and love earned through shared time. But the best kind of love, cultivated through intimacy and mutual self-giving, we did not share. I discovered that kind of love in someone else, and he was the one I was hiding from her.

My grandmother was likely hiding something from me as well. An unresolved grief? She’d had a tumultuous life in Palestine, being married off to an older man and becoming a mother while in her teens. By the time political turmoil and family infighting forced her to flee to the United States, she had given birth to three more children and lost her husband. Her early life strikes me as a torrent of events that swept her up and jostled her around until, with little say of her own, it beached her unceremoniously in California.

She seemed to have lived the best and the worst of her life before I was born. Perhaps by the time she moved into her stucco ranch house in the San Fernando Valley, she was tired. Perhaps those few hard years of running had earned her a lifetime of rest.

When I got married, my family made a decision for my grandmother, agreeing that everyone could know about my husband and me except her. They feared she would disown me, excoriate my father and blame my mother. My grandmother was from the Old Country and lived by old rules.

I stood to excuse myself, but my grandmother still had one of my hands.

“Why did you move up there?” she asked. “Why leave your family?”

“I like Portland,” I said, adding, stupidly, “Trees.” That’s the only word I could find to describe my experience up north. I couldn’t tell her about my husband and me watching the rain from the porch, or our brisk hikes to see sweeping views of the Columbia River. She would never see the wedding photos of us under the St. John’s Bridge.

“What are you doing up there?” she said.

“I’m taking time to write.” Which was partially true. I moved there because of him, because he got a job, and because we wanted to start a life together on neutral ground, rather than on my home turf in Los Angeles or his in New York.

She waved her hand in disapproval, disappointed that no one in the family became a doctor. Perhaps one of my cousins’ children will go to medical school, but by then it will be too late for her.

“Are you living with anyone?” The question was not prying, merely curious.

What could I tell her? Yes, Nana, I am living with the love of my life, a man who chipped away my walls, brick by brick, until he could see me inside. When the hole was large enough for me to fit through, he held out his hand and I took it and walked into the world, exposed. This man who rescued me from my own facade, the one I am forced to reconstruct for your benefit.

I looked at my aunt, the only other person listening.

“Am I living with anyone?” I said. I didn’t know if there had been efforts to coordinate this fiction. Had anyone bothered to give me a back story? If I were going to lie about who I was, the least someone could have done was prepare a dossier of my false self.

“A roommate,” I said. The word reverberated like an incantation, as if I had summoned the ghosts of every gay person who had ever been forced to use this pretense. A word to protect and erase.

From the moment I accepted my husband’s proposal of marriage, I promised I would never forsake him. For decades, I hid my feelings from the world and suffocated them into nothingness. Our engagement was not only a promise to him; it was a promise to myself that I would never hide again. But here I was.

He understood the need for the ruse. He urged me to see my grandmother because he knew it might be the last time. But his blessing did not redress my offense. That I chose to betray our marriage to keep the family peace did not neutralize the treachery.

“Are you happy?” my grandmother said.

The question caught me off guard. I didn’t know if she had ever asked if I was happy. She wanted me to be successful, to find a wife. But she had never seemed particularly concerned with my happiness.

I touched the pale flesh where my ring had been. “Yes, Nana, I’m very happy.”

She didn’t smile or nod, nor did she pat my hand and tell me that my happiness was what mattered. But I liked to think it gave her comfort. Perhaps the specter of death had softened her edges.

Maybe she would have understood if I had explained how society’s conception of love has changed over the decades, becoming more generous and inclusive. For most of her life, decisions were made by others on her behalf. Maybe she deserved to know who I was and make her own decision about how to respond.

“This is the last time you will see me,” she said, a pronouncement.

I resisted the urge to disagree. I didn’t want to tell her that she would get better or I would visit her again soon. I had run out of the capacity to deceive for the day.

“I love you,” I said, but now I was speaking to someone else. To the man who did not exist in her house. He was with my mother watching a movie, or making lunch, or chatting about his family and the reasons for his estrangement from them.

I reached into my pocket and felt the smooth contours of my wedding ring. In the darkness of my pocket, my finger slipped through it.

Whatever he was doing, I knew he was doing it with his ring on.

David Khalaf and his husband, Constantino Khalaf, are authors of “Modern Kinship: A Queer Guide to Christian Marriage.”

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Love Island new girl Lavena dated Crystal Palace footballer Wilfried Zaha before he broke her heart

LOVE Island’s Lavena Back is secretly nursing a broken heart as she embarks on her quest for romance in the Villa while the other girls are in Casa Amor.

It’s been revealed the 23-year-old stunner once dated Crystal Palace footballer Wilfried Zaha for two years before cheating on her in 2015.

Croydon girl Lavena was in an on-off relationship with the Premier League star before his alleged wandering eye caused the two to split.

Speaking to OK Magazine, an unnamed source claimed Lavena hasn’t been able to move on since they ended.

They added: “I don’t think Lavena has had any serious relationships or been in love since being with Wilfried.”

They also suggested that the footballer remains in touch with the newest Love Islander, even berating her for appearing in a recent rap video, but she remains determined to prove she’s moved on.

The source added: “God only knows how he’s going to feel about her being in Love Island and the whole nation being able to see her dating other guys.”

The gorgeous brunette told Love Island producers: “I’m confident and I’m ready for love.

“I’ve been on my own for four years so whoever I meet in there I will fall for.

“I needed a while to get over my last relationship and really enjoy myself before I could commit to someone. But now I’m very much ready.”

Business developer Lavena is yet to couple up with anyone in the villa, but is hoping to meet her perfect man any day now.

Tonight’s episode sees six contestants dumped from the villa in what Caroline Flack is claiming to be one of the most fiery episodes yet.

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Love Island's Yewande slams Arabella and 'fake' Danny and says their romance 'won't work' after she's dumped from the villa

LOVE Island's Yewande has slammed Arabella and 'fake' Danny and says their romance "won't work" after she was dumped from the villa.

Tonight's episode saw the 23-year-old scientist become the latest casualty as model Danny, 21, chose to recouple with fellow model Arabella, 28, instead of her.

Speaking after her exit from the villa, Yewande slammed the pair, insisting their budding romance won't work in the real world.

She said: "A bombshell coming in, it’s very hard and it’s difficult to know their intentions.

"I hate it when a bombshell comes in saying ‘I want to get to know everyone’, because that is a lie. You know who you’re going for. She knew she wanted Danny.

"I feel like if he does get to know her, it’s not going to work. There are so many factors – they’re so different, and the age gap."

Yewande, who had a huge showdown with the pair during Sunday's episode before the recoupling, added: "You have to be realistic. He’s just starting his life – he’s only 21.

"They are in two different phases of their lives. In the villa, it’s very easy to forget."

In a further dig at Danny – who was branded "fake" by viewers following his behaviour towards Yewande – she added she'd love to go back into the villa to find someone "genuine".

She said: "Given the chance, 100% I would go back. I feel like I haven’t finished my journey.

"It came to an end quite abruptly. I would love the chance to find someone that I feel is genuine. Also just continue the friendships I have made."

Asked which couples she thinks are genuine and could go the distance, Yewande replied: "I think there are a couple of people in there playing a game – a lot of people aren’t there for the right reasons.

"I’d probably say there are only two genuine couples. Michael and Amber and Curtis and Amy.

However, when asked if she would do anything differently if she had her time in the villa again, she said she still would have picked Danny.

She explained: "I think I would have because Danny was the only person that I had a connection with in the villa. At that time I couldn’t see myself with anybody else."

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