gossip girl 9 英文- 第25部分

？He？s　in　here　somewhere；？　Jade　Empire　explained；　clearly　disinterested。　？You？ve　got　an　
appointment；　right？？　

？I　think　so。？　

？Well；　just　hang　out。　He？ll　show　up　sooner　or　later。　Good　luck　with　whatever　it　is。？　She　shrugged　
and　kicked　off　her　beaded　yellow　Chinese　slippers　and　shuffled　away　into　the　depths　of　the　loft；　
disappearing　behind　the　bookcase。　

Vanessa　turned　to　the　wall　behind　her；　which　was　covered　from　floor　to　ceiling　with　framed　
photographs　of　all　different　sizes。　She　recognized　some　of　them？they　were　Ken　Mogul？s　own　
work。　Before　meeting　him；　Vanessa　had　worshipped　the　filmmaker；　and　she　knew　everything　he？d　
ever　done。　His　favorite　place　in　the　world　was　Capri；　in　Italy；　and　before　turning　to　filmmaking；　
Mogul　had　been　a　renowned　photographer。　Mixed　in　with　his　art　photos　of　half…nude　models　
lolling　around　on　litter…strewn　subway　platforms　were　snapshots　of　Ken　crammed　into　nightclub　
booths　beside　famous　faces　like　Madonna；　Angelina　Jolie　and　Brad　Pitt；　and　David　Bowie。　

？Like　what　you　see？？　came　a　gravelly　voice　from　behind　her。　

Vanessa　turned　to　see　the　taut；　stubbly　face　of　Ken　Mogul　himself。　He　had　the　unnerving　habit　of　
seeming　not　to　blink；　and　he　fixed　his　slightly　bloodshot　bulging　blue　eyes　on　her　with　a　crazed　
smile。　He　wore　a　plaid　flannel　vest　and　old　Levi？s　chopped　off　at　the　knees。　

？Here？s　the　deal。？　He　went　on　without　waiting　for　her　response。　He　wheeled　around　and　Vanessa　
had　no　choice　but　to　follow　him　past　the　massive　bookshelf　and　into　an　enormous　office　with　a　


garage…door…size　window。　？Here。　Sit。？　He　poured　Vanessa　a　tall　glass　of　what　looked　like　chilled　
mint　tea　from　a　green　glass　pitcher　and　pointed　to　a　red　leather　Eames　chair　across　from　a　
paper…strewn　midcentury　modern　table。　He　poured　a　glass　for　himself　and　sank　down　into　a　desk　
chair；　swiveling　it　aimlessly　before　tilting　back　and　resting　his　feet　on　the　desk。　？It？s　a　money　job；　
is　all；　but　just　between　us；Breakfast　at　Fred？s　is　going　to　fucking　rule。　Don？t　tell　the　producers；　
but　this　is　not　your　average　teen　flick。　I？m　thinking　Godard。　Something　human；　humorous；　and　
freakingdark　。？　

？Uh…huh；？　murmured　Vanessa；　sipping　her　tea。　Not　only　was　she　distracted　by　the　director？s　
office　artwork？over　his　desk　hung　a　bigger…than…life…size　picture　of　the　director　him…self；　
pletely　naked；　splashing　in　the　waves　with　the　bitchy　Jade　Empire　skank？but　she　hated　this　
kind　of　pretentious　art　talk。　

Better　get　used　to　it；　Miss　NYU　Film　School。　

？So；　what　do　you　say？？　asked　Ken；　openly　picking　his　nose　and　flicking　the　findings　onto　the　
floor。　？I　know　it？s　a　major　studio；　I　know　it？s　big　budget；　I　know　it？s　romantic　edy。　But　those　
are　all　the　reasons　I　need　you。　I　need　your　vision　to　help　me　deliver　something　that？s　going　to　
make　the　movie…going　public　sit　up　and　take　notice。　？　

As　if　they　hadn？t　already。　

Vanessa　stared　out　the　window　at　some　elevated　train　tracks　that　had　been　abandoned　decades　
before　and　were　now　sprouting　trees　and　grass；　and　a　big　building　under　construction　on　the　next　
block。　It　was　everything　she　was　against：　a　major　studio？s　romantic　edy　for　teenagers。　But　
Ken　Mogulneeded　her；　how　many　ining　NYU　freshmen　could　say　the　same　thing？　Plus；　it　
sounded　like　a　shitload　of　fun；　and　she　had　fuck…all　to　do　that　summer。　That　was　why　she？d　e　
there　today　in　the　first　place：　sheer　boredom。　

She　turned　back　to　Ken。　？I？ll　have　to　think　about　it。？　

Ken　took　his　feet　off　the　desk　and　fiddled　with　his　papers；　finally　unearthing　a　beaten　pack　of　
cigarettes。　He　stuck　one　in　his　mouth　but　didn？t　light　it。　？The　female　lead　was　supposed　to　be　my　
wife；？　Ken　continued；　？but；　as　you　already　know；　I？ve　decided　to　go　in　another　direction。？　

？Wife？？　Vanessa　could　hardly　believe　that　anyone　would　dream　of　marrying　a　googly…eyed；　
neurotic；　conceited　freak　like　Ken　Mogul。　

？Heather。　I　think　she　showed　you　in。？　

Miss　Congeniality　was　Mrs。　Mogul？　

？Oh；　right。？　Vanessa　couldn？t　resist　taking　another　peek　at　the　nudie　photo　behind　the　desk。　It　
looked　like　a　scene　from　a　pirated　porn　movie。　


Freaks　of　the　Caribbean？　

？Well；　now　she？s　not　speaking　to　me　because　I？ve　decided　to　go　with　Serena。　Serena？s　going　to　
be　huge。　And　so　are　you。？　

？I？m　honored；？　Vanessa　replied。　？I　really　am。　But　you？ll　have　to　let　me　think　about　it；　okay？？　

Better　think　fast；　honey。　Hollywood　waits　for　no　one！　

d？s　got　a　golden　ticket　

Dan　had　seen　Bree　in　several　variations　of　exercise　gear　and；　of　course；　pletely　naked；　but　
he？d　never　seen　her　all　put　together　for　an　evening　out。　So　when　he　emerged　from　the　6　train　
station　at　Seventy…seventh　Street　he　was　taken　aback　to　find　her　waiting　for　him；　a　vision　in　a　
simple　white　silk　camisole；　with　her　blond　hair？which　he？d　never　seen　down？　cascading　over　her　
sun…kissed　shoulders。　Her　long；　below…the…knee　embroidered　turquoise　skirt　looked　like　something　
she？d　unearthed　at　a　flea　market　in　Turkey。　

Dan　was　wearing　the　closest　thing　he　had　to　a　party　outfit：　a　sharp　charcoal　gray　slim…cut　Agn？s　

B。　suit；　a　gift　from　his　former　agent；　back　when　he？d　been　poised　to　be　the　literary　world？s　next　
big　thing。　
Not　a　fickle　almost…college…dropout　who　cheats　on　his　live…in　girlfriend。　

？Hey　beautiful；？　he　called　boldly；　springing　off　the　last　step　and　onto　the　sidewalk。　Taking　the　
stepswas　easier　since　he？d　started　his　exercise　regimen。　

？Thanks。？　Bree　kissed　his　cheek。　？Feeling　centered？　You　look　good。　I　hope　I？m　not　
underdressed。？　

？No；　you？re　just　right。　Should　we　go？？　

They　strolled　down　Lexington　amid　clouds　of　bus　exhaust。　The　early　evening　light　shimmered　on　
the　windows　of　Starbucks。　

？So。？　Bree　wrapped　her　arms　around　herself　as　she　walked。　？I？m　still　not　sure　I　understand　why　
you　were　invited　to　this　party。？　

？I？m　not　sure；？　Dan　admitted。　？I　know　Serena　from　way　back。。。。　Or　maybe　Vanessa　put　me　on　
the　list？　Who　cares？　Party？s　a　party；　right？？They　turned　onto　Seventy…first　Street。　


？That？s　true。？　Bree　nodded　stiffly。　She　looked　a　little　nervous　and　uptight　for　someone　who　was　
usually　so　Zen。　？Speaking　of　Vanessa　。　。　。？　

？Right。？　Dan　dug　instinctively　into　his　pockets　for　his　Camels。　

Too　bad　he　forgot　his　wheatgrass…and…ginseng　cigarettes。　

Bree　sighed。　？I　think　maybe　you　need　to　think　this　through。　Meditate。　Breathe　deeply。　Center　
yourself。　Eventually　you？ll　find　clarity。　I　can？t　tell　you　what　to　do；　you　know。　It？s　your　life。　But　
I？d　like　to　see　you　find　some　answers。　That？s　all　we　want　in　life；　after　all；　isn？t　it？？　

？Sure；　right；？　Dan　mumbled；　looking　both　ways　before　they　crossed　Third　Avenue。　Maybe　a　taxi　
would　just　plow　him　down　and　he　wouldn？t　have　to　have　this　conversation。　

？I　don？t　know。？　Bree　sighed；　absentmindedly　braiding　her　hair　over　one　shoulder。　？I？m　going　to　
Santa　Cruz　at　the　end　of　the　summer　anyway。　I　have　no　claim　on　you。　But　we？ve　had　a　great　time；　
haven？t　we？？　

？Sure。　It？s　been　amazing。？　He　paused。　？Do　you　hear　that？？　

A　dull　roar　broke　the　evening？s　quiet：　the　sound　of　honking　horns　and　idling　cars　mixed　with　the　
occasional　scream　and　the　relentless　clicks　of　a　thousand　cameras。　

？Is　that　the　party？？　Bree　remarked。　？It？s　so　。　。　。noisy　。？　

Did　she　expect　the　party　of　the　month　to　be　a　quiet　affair？　

？e　on；？　Dan　urged；　grabbing　her　hand；　thrilled　he　had　an　excuse　to　cut　the　conversation　short。　
He　was　not　in　the　mood　to　discuss　the　state　of　his　relationship　with　Vanessa。　And　the　truth　was；　he　
had　no　answers。　？I　don？t　want　to　be　late。？　

Holly　Golightly？s　quiet　street　was　quiet　no　more。　There　were　barricades　and　bouncers　stationed　
at　both　ends　of　the　block；　and　an　honest…to…God　red　carpet　right　down　the　middle　of　the　street　and　
up　to　the　town　house。　On　Second　Avenue；　the　line　of　limos　was　two　blocks　long；　and　on　the　corner　
was　a　roped　off　area　heaving　with　reporters　and　photographers。　

At　the　door　of　the　town　house；　Dan　surrendered　his　invite　to　the　massive　goateed　bouncer；　who　
nodded　gruffly　and　stamped　their　hands　much　more　forcefully　than　was　neces…sary。　

？Want　something　to　drink？？　Dan　asked　Bree　as　they　strolled　past　a　long　table　set　with　elegant　
champagne　flutes。　

？I？m　not　sure　I　should　be　drinking　tonight；？　Bree　replied　in　such　a　stern　tone　that　Dan　couldn？t　


help　but　think　she　was　implying　thathe　shouldn？t　drink　either。　

Well；　isn？t　she　the　life　of　the　party？　

Dan　grabbed　two　glasses？if　she　wasn？t　going　to　drink；　then　he　could　drink　for　two？and　downed　
one　immediately。　Burping　quietly；　he　dropped　the　empty　glass　on　the　table　and　wound　his　way　
through　the　thick　crowd；　one　hand　clutching　Bree？s；　the　other　his　chilled　champagne。　They　pushed　
through　the　crowd　and　stepped　into　the　foyer。　Bree　bounded　through　the　foyer　and　up　the　stairs　
ahead　of　him。　Maybe　she　was　getting　into　the　idea　of　this　party？　

？This　is　great　exercise；？　she　observed。　

？Yeah；　great；？　Dan　agreed；　panting　along　behind　her。　

As　they　climbed　higher；　the　din　of　squealing　girls　and　thumping　bass　grew　louder。　The　crumbly　
walls　of　the　town　house　were　surprisingly　solid；　but　even　they　couldn？t　contain　the　racket。　When　
they　reached　the　fourth…floor　landing；　they　ran　into　the　overspill　from　the　apartment　above：　leering　
at　them　from　the　next　floor；　the　final　landing；　was　the　disturbingly　groomed　Chuck　Bass；　pet　snow　
monkey　perched　on　his　shoulder　wearing　a　pink　tutu　and　brandishing　a　glistening　silver　magic　
wand。　

？Romeo！？　Chuck　called　down　to　Dan　in　a　girly　falsetto。　

Dan　nodded　at　Chuck　hospitably。　He　loathed　that　asshole　and　his　freaky　vintage　eighties　mint　
green　Prada　zipper　suit。　He　took　Bree？s　hand　and　pulled　her　up　the　steps　behind　him：　it　would　take　
some　maneuvering　to　get　her　safely　past　Chuck。　

？Who？s　that？？　Bree　wanted　to　know。　

？No　one；？　Dan　told　her　firmly。　They　hurried　up　to　the　top　landing；　dodging　bodies　and　bulldozing　
past　Chuck　Bass；　until　they　nearly　collided　with　Vanessa。　Again。　

Theyhad　to　stop　meeting　like　this。　

Vanessa　was　acpanied　by　the　same　little　boys　she？d　had　in　tow　in　Central　Park　a　couple　of　
days　before；　only　instead　of　being　smeared　with　ice　cream；　the　kids　were　all　cleaned　up；　sporting　
snazzy　blue　blazers　with　brass　buttons；　seersucker　shorts；　and　perfectly　pressed　white　cotton　
oxfords。　Their　blond　hair　was　parted　in　slick；　tidy　hairstyles。　They　looked　miserable。　

？Dan；？　Vanessa　stammered；　clearly　surprised。　？What　are　you　doing　here？？　

？I　。。。　I　thought　maybe　you　put　me　on　a　list　。。。before　。。。？　he　stammered。　？I　didn？t　think　you？d　be　
here；　after；　you　know？？　


？Their　sister　worked　on　the　movie。？　Vanessa　put　her　hands　on　top　of　the　boys？　heads。　？So　I　had　
to。？　？Hi；？　said　Bree　unfortably。　？I？m　Bree。　We　sort　of　met　the　other　day。？　？I？m　Vanessa。？　She　
smirked。　Bree？　What　kind　of　bullshit　name　wasthat　？　

？I？m　Edgar；？　offered　one　of　the　twins；　puffing　his　chest　out　proudly。　He　removed　his　hand　from　
Vanessa？s　and　extended　it　in　Bree？s　direction。　Maybe　he？d　forgotten　his　little　puking　episode？　

？I？m　Nils；？　said　the　other　boy；　gently　pushing　his　brother　out　of　the　way　and　beaming　at　Bree。　
Dan　couldn？t　help　noticing　they　sounded　a　little　like　mini　Chucks。　

They　start　early；　those　Upper　East　Side　boys。