gossip girl 2 英文-第9部分

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to　keep　their　scenes　alive　with　dialogue　and　action；　and　Vanessa　
was　deliberately　doing　just　the　opposite。　
“So　there’s　no　dialogue？”　Mr。　Beckham　said　from　where　he　was　
standing　in　the　back　of　the　classroom。　He　was　painfully　aware　that　
no　one　else　in　the　class　was　listening　to　a　word　Vanessa　was　saying。　
“You’re　going　to　hear　the　silence　of　the　buildings　and　the　bench　and　
the　sidewalk；　and　see　the　streetlights　on　their　bodies。　Then　you’ll　
see　their　hands　move　and　their　eyes　talking。　Then　you’ll　hear　them　
speak；　but　not　much。　It’s　a　mood　piece；”　Vanessa　explained。　
She　reached　for　the　slide　projector’s　remote　control　and　began　
clicking　through　slides　of　the　black…and…white　pictures　she’d　taken　
to　demonstrate　the　look　she　was　going　for　in　her　short　film。　A　
wooden　park　bench。　A　slab　of　pavement。　A　manhole　cover。　A　pigeon　
pecking　at　a　used　condom。　A　wad　of　gum　perched　on　the　edge　of　a　
garbage　can。　
“Ha！”　someone　exclaimed　from　the　back　of　the　room。　It　was　Blair　
Waldorf；　laughing　out　loud　as　she　read　the　note　Rain　Hoffstetter　had　
just　passed　her。　


For　a　good　time　call　Serena　v。d。　Woodsen　Get　it　—VD？？　

Vanessa　glared　at　Blair。　Film　was　Vanessa’s　favorite　class；　the　only　
reason　she　came　to　school　at　all。　She　took　it　very　seriously；　while　
most　of　the　other　girls；　like　Blair；　were　only　taking　Film　as　a　break　
from　Advanced　Placement　hell—AP　Calculus；　AP　Bio；　AP　History；　AP　
English　Literature；　AP　French。　They　were　on　the　straight　and　narrow　


path　to　Yale　or　Harvard　or　Brown；　where　their　families　had　all　gone　
for　generations。　Vanessa　wasn’t　like　them。　Her　parents　hadn’t　even　
gone　to　college。　They　were　artists；　and　Vanessa　wanted　only　one　
thing　in　life：　to　go　to　NYU　and　major　in　film。　
Actually；　she　wanted　something　else。　Or　someone　else；　to　be　
precise；　but　we’ll　get　to　that　in　a　minute。　
Vanessa　was　an　anomaly　at　Constance；　the　only　girl　in　the　school　
who　had　a　nearly　shaved　head；　wore　black　turtlenecks　every　day；　
read　Tolstoy’s　War　and　Peace　over　and　over　like　it　was　the　Bible；　
listened　to　Belle　and　Sebastian；　and　drank　unsweetened　black　tea。　
She　had　no　friends　at　all　at　Constance；　and　lived　in　Williamsburg；　
Brooklyn；　with　her　twenty…two…year…old　sister；　Ruby。　So　what　was　
she　doing　at　a　tiny；　exclusive　private　girls’　school　on　the　Upper　East　
Side　with　princesses　like　Blair　Waldorf？　It　was　a　question　Vanessa　
asked　herself　every　day。　
Vanessa’s　parents　were　older；　revolutionary　artists　who　lived　in　a　
house　made　out　of　recycled　car　tires　in　Vermont。　When　she　turned　
fifteen；　they　had　allowed　the　perpetually　unhappy　Vanessa　to　move　
in　with　her　bass　guitarist　older　sister　in　Brooklyn。　But　they　wanted　
to　be　sure　she　got　a　good；　safe；　high…school　education；　so　they　
made　her　go　to　Constance。　
Vanessa　hated　it；　but　she　never　said　anything　to　her　parents。　There　
were　only　eight　months　left　until　graduation。　Eight　more　months　
and　she　would　finally　escape　downtown　to　NYU。　
Eight　more　months　of　bitchy　Blair　Waldorf；　and　even　worse；　Serena　
van　der　Woodsen；　who　was　back　in　all　her　splendor。　Blair　Waldorf　
looked　like　she　was　absolutely　orgasmic　over　the　return　of　her　best　
friend。　In　fact；　the　whole　back　row　of　Film　Studies　was　atwitter；　
passing　notes　tucked　into　the　sleeves　of　their　annoying　cashmere　
sweaters。　
Well；　fuck　them。　Vanessa　lifted　her　chin　and　went　on　with　her　
presentation。　She　was　above　their　petty　bullshit。　Only　eight　more　
months。　

Perhaps　if　Vanessa　had　seen　the　note　Kati　Farkas　had　just　passed　to　
Blair；　she　might　have　had　a　tad　more　sympathy　for　Serena。　

Dear　Blair；　
Can　I　borrow　fifty　thousand　dollars？　Sniff；　sniff；　sniff。　If　I　don’t　pay
my　coke　dealer　the　money　I　owe　him；　I’m　in　big　trouble。
Shit；　my　crotch　itches。
Let　me　know　about　the　money。
Love；　
Serena　v。d。　Woodsen　



Blair；　Rain；　and　Kati　giggled　noisily。　
“Shhssh；”　Mr。　Beckham　whispered；　glancing　at　Vanessa　
sympathetically。　
Blair　turned　the　note　over　and　scrawled　a　reply。　


Sure；　Serena。　Whatever　you　want。　Call　me　from　jail。　I　hear　the　food
is　really　good　there。　Nate　and　I　will　visit　you　whenever　we’re　free；
which　might　be　。　。　。　I　don’t　know　。　。　。　NEVER？！
I　hope　the　VD　gets　better　soon。
Love；　
Blair　


Blair　handed　the　note　back　to　Kati；　feeling　only　the　tiniest　speck　of　
remorse　for　being　so　mean。　There　were　so　many　stories　about　
Serena　flying　around；　she　honestly　didn’t　know　what　to　believe　
anymore。　Plus；　Serena　still　hadn’t　actually　told　anyone　what　she　
was　doing　back；　so　why　should　Blair　say　anything　in　her　defense？　
Maybe　some　of　it　was　true。　Maybe　some　of　this　stuff　had　really　
happened。　
Besides；　passing　notes　is　so　much　more　fun　than　taking　them。　
“So　I’m　going　to　be　writing；　directing；　and　filming　this。　And　I’ve　
already　cast　my　friend；　Daniel　Humphrey；　from　Riverside　Prep；　as　
Prince　Andrei；”　Vanessa　explained。　Her　cheeks　heated　up　when　she　
uttered　Dan’s　name。　“But　I　still　need　a　Natasha　for　the　scene。　I’m　
casting　her　tomorrow　after　school；　in　Madison　Square　Park　at　dusk。　
Anyone　interested？”　she　asked。　
The　question　was　a　private　little　joke　with　herself。　Vanessa　knew　no　
one　in　the　room　was　even　listening　to　her；　they　were　too　busy　
passing　notes。　
Blair’s　arm　shot　up。　“I’ll　be　the　director！”　she　announced。　Obviously　
she　hadn’t　heard　the　question；　but　Blair　was　so　desperate　to　
impress　the　admissions　office　at　Yale；　she　was　always　the　first　to　
volunteer　for　anything。　
Vanessa　opened　her　mouth　to　speak。　Direct　this；　she　wanted　to　say；　
giving　Blair　the　finger。　
“Put　your　hand　down；　Blair；”　Mr。　Beckham　sighed　tiredly。　“Vanessa　
just　got　through　telling　us　she　is　directing　and　writing　and　filming。　
Unless　you’d　like　to　try　out　for　the　part　of　Natasha；　I　suggest　you　
focus　on　your　own　project。”　
Blair　glared　sourly　at　him。　She　hated　teachers　like　Mr。　Beckham。　He　
had　such　a　chip　on　his　shoulder　because　he　was　from　Nebraska　and　
had　finally　attained　his　sad　dream　of　living　in　New　York　City　only　to　
find　himself　teaching　a　useless　class　instead　of　directing　cutting　
edge　films　and　being　famous。　


“Whatever；”　Blair　said；　tucking　her　dark　hair　behind　her　ears。　“I　
guess　I　really　don’t　have　time。”　
And　she　didn’t。　
Blair　was　chair　of　the　Social　Services　Board　and　ran　the　French　Club；　
she　tutored　third　graders　in　reading；　she　worked　in　a　soup　kitchen　
one　night　a　week；　had　SAT　prep　on　Tuesdays；　and　on　Thursday　
afternoons　she　took　a　fashion　design　course　with　Oscar　de　la　Renta。　
On　weekends　she　played　tennis　so　she　could　keep　up　her　national　
ranking。　Besides　all　that；　she　was　on　the　planning　mittee　of　
every　social　function　anyone　would　be　bothered　to　go　to；　and　the　
fall/winter　calendar　was　busy；　busy；　busy。　Her　PalmPilot　was　always　
running　out　of　memory。　
Vanessa　flicked　on　the　lights　and　walked　back　to　her　seat　at　the　
front　of　the　room。　
“It’s　okay；　Blair；　I　wanted　a　blond　girl　for　Natasha　anyway；”　she　
said。　Vanessa　smoothed　her　uniform　around　her　thighs　and　sat　
down　daintily；　in　an　almost　perfect　imitation　of　Blair。　
Blair　smirked　at　Vanessa’s　prickly　shaved　head　and　glanced　at　Mr。　
Beckham；　who　cleared　his　throat　and　stood　up。　He　was　hungry；　and　
the　bell　was　going　to　ring　in　five　minutes。　
“Well；　that’s　it；　girls。　You　can　leave　a　little　early　today。　Vanessa；　why　
don’t　you　put　up　a　sign…up　sheet　in　the　hall　for　your　casting　
tomorrow？”　
The　girls　began　to　pack　up　their　bags　and　file　out　of　the　room。　
Vanessa　ripped　a　blank　sheet　of　paper　out　of　her　notebook　and　
wrote　the　necessary　details　at　the　top　of　it。　War　and　Peace。　Short　
film。　Try　out　for　Natasha。　Wednesday　P。M。；　sunset。　Madison　SquarePark。　Park　bench；　Northeast　corner。　She　resisted　writing　an　exact　
description　of　the　girl　she　was　looking　for；　because　she　didn’t　want　
to　scare　anyone　away。　But　she　had　a　clear　picture　in　her　mind；　and　
it　wasn’t　going　to　be　easy　to　find　the　right　girl。　
Her　perfect　Natasha　would　be　pale　and　blond；　a　natural　dirty　blond。　
She　wouldn’t　be　too　obviously　pretty；　but　she’d　have　the　kind　of　
face　that　made　you　want　to　look　at　it。　She　would　be　the　kind　of　girl　
to　make　Dan　glow—full　of　movement　and　laughter—exactly　the　
opposite　of　Dan’s　quiet　energy；　which　burned　deep　inside　him　and　
made　his　hands　shake　sometimes。　
Vanessa　hugged　herself。　Just　thinking　about　Dan　made　her　feel　like　
she　had　to　pee。　Under　that　shaved　head　and　that　impossible　black　
turtleneck；　she　was　just　a　girl。　
Face　it：　we’re　all　the　same。　

“The　invitations；　the　gift　bags；　and　the　champagne。　That’s　all　we　
have　left　to　do；”　Blair　said。　She　lifted　a　cucumber　slice　off　her　plate　


and　nibbled　at　it　thoughtfully。　“Kate　Spade　is　still　doing　the　gift　
bags；　but　I　don’t　know—do　you　think　Kate　Spade　is　too　boring？”　
“I　think　Kate　Spade　is　perfect；”　Isabel　said；　winding　her　dark　hair　
into　a　knot　on　top　of　her　head。　“I　mean；　think　how　cool　it　is　to　have　
a　plain　black　handbag　now　instead　of　all　those　animal　prints　and　
military　shit　everyone　has。　It’s　all　such　。　。　。　bad　taste；　don’t　you　
think？”　
Blair　nodded。　“pletely；”　she　agreed。　
“Hey；　what　about　my　leopard　skin　coat？”　Kati　said；　looking　hurt。　
“Yes；　but　that’s　real　leopard　skin；”　Blair　argued。　“That’s　different。”　
The　three　girls　were　sitting　in　the　Constance　cafeteria；　discussing　
the　uping　Kiss　on　the　Lips　benefit　to　raise　money　for　the　Central　
Park　Peregrine　Falcon　Foundation。　Blair　was　chair　of　the　organizing　
mittee；　of　course。　
“Those　poor　birds；”　Blair　sighed。　
As　if　she　could　give　two　shits　about　the　damned　birds。　
“I　really　want　this　party　to　be　good；”　she　said。　“You　guys　are　ing　
to　my　meeting　tomorrow；　right？”　
“Of　course　we’re　ing；”　Isabel　said。　“What　about　Serena—did　you　
tell　her　about　the　party？　Is　she　going　to　help？”　
Blair　stared　blankly　back　at　her。　
Kati　wrinkled　her　pert　little　ski…jump　nose　and　nudged　Isabel　with　
her　elbow。　“I　bet　Serena　is　too　busy；　you　know；　dealing　with　
everything。　All　her　problems。　She　probably　doesn’t　have　time　to　
help　us；　anyway；”　she　said；　smirking。　
Blair　shrugged。　Across　the　cafeteria；　Serena　herself　was　just　joining　
the　lunch　line。　She　noticed　Blair　right　away　and