gossip girl 4 英文- 第38部分

vturns　down　chance　to　film　deposing　fish　bodies！　

？Glad　you　could　make　it；？　Ken　Mogul　said　on　Wednesday　afternoon　when　Vanessa　joined　him　at　
a　booth　in　Chippies；　the　new　Williamsburg　coffee　shop　down　the　street　from　where　she　lived。　He　
pushed　a　steaming　mug　of　cappuccino　toward　her。　？I　ordered　for　both　of　us。　Hope　that？s　cool　by　
you。？　

Vanessa　sat　down　with　her　black　down　parka　on　and　clasped　the　mug　with　both　hands；　pursing　
her　lips　as　she　blew　on　the　hot；　milky　froth。　？Thanks　for　hooking　me　up　with　that　whole　fashion　
show　gig；？　she　said。　？It　was　such　a　gas。？　She　winced；　hating　the　way　she　sounded　when　she　talked　
to　Ken　Mogul。　Like　some　brainless　poser　fool。　

Ken　pushed　his　tortoise…shell　Persol　sunglasses　up　on　top　of　his　jauntily　cut　red　hair　and　leaned　
across　the　table；　ready　to　get　down　to　business。　？I？d　like　you　to　join　me　at　Cannes　this　spring。　I？ll　
introduce　you　to　some　other　brilliant　independent　filmmakers。　We　can　trade　energy；　brainstorm　
together。　Then　I　want　you　to　hold　off　on　college　for　a　year　or　two　to　make　some　films　with　me。　
It？s　going　to　be　magical；　I　can　feel　it。？　

Enya　was　playing　over　the　sound　system。　Vanessa　unzipped　her　coat　and　then　zipped　it　up　again。　
She　hated　Enya。　


？I？ve　started　working　on　a　new　project　down　in　South　

America；？　Ken　Mogul　continued。　？It　opens　with　sea　gulls　feeding　their　young　the　flesh　from　
deposing　fish　bodies　and　then　moves　to　gorillas　in　the　rainforest　abandoning　their　young。　
Then　I？m　going　to　cut　to　the　streets　of　Rio；　where　kids　are　prostituting　themselves　for　drugs。　I　
haven？t　begun　filming　yet；　but　I　was　thinking　you　could　get　in　there　and　meet　some　of　the　
kids；befriend　them；　get　theirstories　。　You　don？t　happen　to　know　Portuguese；　do　you？？　

Vanessa　shook　her　head。　Who　was　he　kidding？

　？Spanish？？　

She　shook　her　head　again。　

？It　doesn？t　matter。　We？ll　get　a　translator；　or　find　some　kids　who　speak　English。　All　your　expenses　
will　be　paid　for　by　Duke　Productions。　You　remember　Duke　from　the　Better　Than　Naked　party？？　

Vanessa　nodded　with　an　amused　smile。　How　could　she　forget　Duke；　the　dumbest　guy　on　the　
planet？　

？You？d　have　your　own　car；　your　own　apartment；　free　equipment；　and　whatever　else　you　need；？　
Ken　added。　？Are　you　with　me？？　

Vanessa　noticed　for　the　first　time　that　Ken　Mogul　had　very　little　definition　in　the　chin　area。　In　
fact；　he　was　practically　chinless。　？I？ve　always　wanted　to　go　to　Cannes；？　she　replied；　thoughtfully　
slurping　her　cappuccino。　？And　your　new　project　sounds　really　。　。　。　awesome。　But　I　got　accepted　
early　to　NYU。　I？ve　wanted　to　go　there　since　I　was　eleven　years　old。　There？s　no　way　I？m　
deferring。？　

？But　what　about　my　film？　Child　prostitution！　Animals　abandoning　their　young！　This　is　
groundbreaking　stuff！？　Ken　Mogul　spluttered；　spitting　all　over　the　counter。　Vanessa　thought　that　if　
he？d　had　more　of　a　chin；　the　spit　might　not　have　gone　so　far。　

Over　Ken？s　shoulder　Vanessa　noticed　a　light　blue　flyer　pinned　to　a　bulletin　board。　

Rivington　Rover　Poetry　Club　Open　Mike　
featuring　readings　by　
Daniel　Humphrey　and　Mystery　Craze　
Thursday；　8P。M。　

No　wonder　Dan　had　been　blowing　her　off　all　week。　He　was　busy　being　famous。　

？Vanessa？　Are　you　still　with　me？？　Ken　demanded。　？First　lesson　you　learn　in　this　business　is　the　
clock　never　stops　ticking。？　


Vanessa　smiled　her　half…amused；　half…pissed…off　Mona　Lisa　smile。　As　flattered　as　she　was　that　
Ken　had　asked　her　to　work　with　him；　she　had　no　intention　of　being　a　mini…Mogul。　She　wanted　
to　develop　herown　voice　and　herown　career；　not　put　all　her　energy　into　someone　else？s　work；　
however　brilliant。　She　shook　her　closely　shaved　dark　head。　？I？m　sorry。？　

Ken　Mogul？s　barely　there　chin　disappeared　altogether　as　he　lost　his　cool　pletely。　？I？ve　never　
offered　to　partner　with　anyone；？　he　said　grimly。　？This　is　the　opportunity　of　a　lifetime。　I？m　giving　
you　the　chance　to　make　a　feature　film　before　you　turn　twenty。　It？s　unheard　of！？　

That　old　guy　at　the　Culture　of　Humanity　show　had　advised　her　not　to　take　her　talent　too　seriously。　
Ken　obviously　took　his　way；way　too　seriously。　She　stood　up　and　yanked　the　light　blue　flyer　off　the　
bulletin　board　behind　Ken？s　head。　She　and　Dan　were　supposed　to　be　working　on　a　filmtogether　；　
but　if　she　could　slip　into　the　club　and　film　him　reading　without　him　even　knowing　she　was　there；　
that　would　be　even　better。　Dan　was　always　better　when　he　didn？t　know　she　was　watching。　

？Thank　you；？　she　told　Ken。　？I？m　honored；　I　really　am。　

But　I？m　working　on　something　new；　of　my　own。　I　think　I？d　like　to　finish　it。？　

Ken　Mogul　pushed　his　sunglasses　down　on　his　nose　and　glared　out　the　window。　？It？s　your　loss。？　

？Thanks　for　the　coffee；？　Vanessa　said；　even　though　he　was　no　longer　looking　at　her。　She　folded　
up　the　blue　flyer　and　tucked　it　into　her　pocket。　？Good　luck　at　Cannes。？　

Ken　Mogul　zipped　up　his　fur…trimmed　Prada　parka　and　pulled　the　hood　up　over　his　head　as　if　to　
block　her　out　pletely。　？？Bye。？　

Vanessa　headed　home　to　sort　through　her　camera　gear　and　figure　out　what　she　needed　to　bring　to　
the　reading　at　the　Rivington　Rover　Poetry　Club　tomorrow　night。　When　Dan　was　finished　reading　
she？d　pop　up　out　of　the　crowd　and　surprise　him　with　an　enormous　mug　of　Irish　coffee；　his　favorite　
drink。　Then　they？d　trade　stories　about　all　the　feebleminded　famous　people　they？d　met　in　the　past　
week。　And　then　she？d　bring　him　home　and　remind　him　of　what　he？d　been　missing。　She？d　show　
him　how　to　lose　his　virginity　again　the　way　he？d　written　in　that　crazy　poem。　

As　if　he　needed　showing。　

　sreinvents　the　tear　

？Want　to　take　Mook　out　for　a　walk　with　me？？　Aaron　asked　Blair　through　her　closed　bedroom　
door。　It　was　Wednesday　afternoon　and　she？d　been　holed　up　in　her　room　since　Monday；　only　


opening　the　door　to　receive　the　brie…and…tomato　baguettes　and　mugs　of　hot　chocolate　Myrtle　
brought　her　at　ten　and　five　o？clock。　She？d　even　conned　the　family　doctor　into　writing　her　a　note　
excusing　her　from　school　for　the　week。　She　wasn？t　sick　exactly；　the　doctor　assured　her　mother。　
Schools　like　Constance　just　worked　their　girls　too　hard；　especially　the　seniors；　and　then　there　was　
all　that　additional　pressure　to　get　into　one　of　the　best　colleges。　Blair　simply　needed　a　few　days　of　
rest　and　she？d　be　herself　again。　

Well；　not　exactly。　Blair　was　using　her　few　days　of　rest　to　reinvent　herself　all　over　again。　Like　
Madonna。　

Aaron　pushed　open　the　door　and　poked　his　head　inside　her　room。　The　air　was　pungent　with　the　
chemical　odor　of　cigarette　smoke　mixed　with　minty　mouthwash。　Blair？s　head　was　wrapped　in　a　
black…and…pink　Pucci　scarf；　and　she　was　lounging　on　the　bed　with　her　bare　ankles　crossed；　
wearing　a　white　terrycloth　robe　and　smoking　a　Merit　Ultra　Light　through　a　long　black　cigarette　
holder。　The　look　was　very　Greta…Garbo…in…hiding；　which　was　exactly　the　effect　she　was　going　for。　

Across　the　room；The　Great　Gatsby　starring　Robert　Redford　and　Mia　Farrow　played　silently　on　
TV。　Blair　puffed　on　her　cigarette；　staring　dramatically　into　the　near　distance。　She　couldn？t　bear　to　
look　at　Aaron　because　he　was　wearing　his　Harvard　sweatshirt　again；　as　if　he？d　specifically　dressed　
to　piss