gossip girl 12 终结-第32部分

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k？”　Zach　asked　rhetorically　as　he　walked　at　breakneck　speed　through　the　hallways　and　toward　an　empty　glass…walled　conference　room。　Vanessa　glanced　at　the　large　production　stills　framed　on　the　walls　and　recognized　one　from　Between　the　B　and　the　A。　It　was　a　scene　where　Blake；　the　main　character；　stands　forlornly　on　the　roof　of　his　East　Village　apartment　plex；　looking　out　at　the　buildings　surrounding　him　and　feeling　so　small　and　insecure　and　unsure　of　himself。　Vanessa　squeezed　Hollis’s　hand。　She　wanted　to　scream　to　everyone　that　that　was　her　boyfriend’s　brilliance；　immortalized　on　the　walls。

“Hollis；　darling；　where　have　you　been　all　my　life？”　A　six…foot…tall　woman　wearing　towering　five…inch　purple　Manolos　and　a　gauzy　blue　Diane　von　Furstenberg　wrap　dress　strode　in。　Her　body　was　skeletal；　but　her　chest　was　huge；　and　her　hair　fell　almost　down　to　her　butt。　She　looked　like　a　transvestite。

Stacy　Brower　was　the　creative　exec　known　for　championing　the　weird；　the　obscure；　or　the　ignored。　Stacy　had　discovered　Between　the　B　and　the　A　after　she’d　met　Hollis　at　an　NYU　film　student　thesis　screening　event　and　had　wholeheartedly　championed　it　straight　to　Sundance。　She　was　the　perfect　creative　exec　to　hear　Vanessa’s　pitch。

“Hi；　I’m　Vanessa　Abrams；”　Vanessa　began；　hastily　standing　up　and　sticking　out　her　hand。　But　instead　of　taking　it；　Stacy　breezed　past　her　and　sat　down　in　one　of　the　large　Eames　chairs　in　the　corner；　folding　up　her　legs　underneath　her　so　she　looked　like　a　praying　mantis。　Vanessa　sat　back　down。

“I’m　really　interested　in　this　pitch。　Sounds　amazing。　So；　let’s　hear　more　about　it；”　Stacy　said；　sounding　bored。　Next　to　her；　Zach　pulled　out　a　thin　Mac　Air　and　gazed　at　Hollis　and　Vanessa；　his　hands　poised　above　the　keyboard。

Hollis　squeezed　Vanessa’s　hand　underneath　the　glass　table。　Vanessa　smiled　at　Stacy　and　took　a　deep　breath　before　launching　into　the　pitch　she’d　rehearsed　so　many　times。　“Well；　it’s　about　a　girl　who　moves　from　a　Vermont　farm　to　Brooklyn　to　go　to　an　all…girl　private　school。　She　lives　with　her　tattooed；　musician　sister　and　has　some　friends　who　are　obscenely　wealthy；　whom　she　uses　as　subjects　for　film　projects。　But；　mostly；　it’s　about　growing　up　and　finding　yourself　in　the　weirdest；　most　wonderful　city　in　the　world；”　Vanessa　finished　bravely；　sneaking　a　glance　at　Stacy。　Stacy’s　gaze　was　fixed　out　the　window。　“That　city　being　New　York；”　Vanessa　added；　her　voice　scratchy。

Stacy　still　didn’t　say　anything。　Vanessa　followed　her　gaze　and　saw　a　suited　man　in　one　of　the　offices　in　the　building　across　the　street；　tossing　his　stapler　up　and　down　in　the　air　and　catching　it。　“I　could　watch　that　all　day。　So　Zen。　He　thinks　no　one　can　see　him　because　his　office　door　is　closed。　The　fucker；”　Stacy　cackled。　She　turned　her　chair　back　to　the　table　and　steepled　her　violet…colored　fingernails　together。

“Girl　growing　up；　finding　herself；”　Stacy　said；　almost　to　herself。　“I　like　it。　But　what　if　it　was　a　boy？”　Stacy　mused。　“You　know；　I’m　going　to　call　Geoff　in。　He’s　doing　a　lot　of　work　on　projects　with　the　eighteen…to…thirty…five　male　demo　in　mind。　I　think　he’d　like　to　discuss　this。”　Stacy　smiled　as　Zach　scurried　up　and　out　the　door。

“I’m　sorry；　but　you　want　the　main　character　to　be　a　boy？”　Vanessa　asked；　trying　not　to　sound　horrified。

“Excuse　me？”　Stacy　asked；　arching　one　blond　eyebrow　at　Vanessa　in　curiosity。　Just　then；　Zach　returned；　trailed　by　a　five…foot…tall　man　wearing　a　lilac　button…down；　tight　black　jeans；　and　cowboy　boots。

“Hello！”　the　man　said　in　a　high…pitched　voice。　“Hollis；　baby；　you　look　amazing。　So；　let’s　talk。　Stacy　said　you　needed　some　insight　into　the　male　mind？”　he　asked；　winking　showily　and　not　bothering　to　introduce　himself　to　Vanessa　before　he　plopped　down　next　to　her。

Vanessa　gazed　at　Geoff　in　horror。　She　didn’t　care　about　pleasing　a　demo。　She　wanted　to　make　a　film。

“So；　here’s　my　pitch；”　Geoff　said；　flapping　his　arms　in　excitement。　“Eighteen…year…old　boy。　He　lives　in　Australia　or；　you　know；　that　country　with　the　hobbits…　New　Zealand？　And　he　has　to　move　to　a　city？”　Stacy　nodded　enthusiastically。

“No！”　Vanessa　broke　in。　Suddenly；　all　eyes　turned　to　her。

“Of　course；　you’re　right；”　Stacy　locked　eyes　with　Vanessa　and　smiled。　It　was　the　first　time　Stacy　had　directly　interacted　with　her。　Vanessa　smiled　back；　relieved。　So　Stacy　was　a　little　eccentric；　but　she　got　it。

“Of　course　it　can’t　be　set　Down　Under；”　Stacy　said　definitively；　as　if　she　were　the　one　rejecting　the　idea。　“Ever　since　Australia　hit　the　shitter；　the　antipodes　are　fucking　career　suicide。”　Stacy　shuddered。　“But　I　like　your　thinking；　Geoff。　I　love　the　idea　of　doing　location；　a　different　culture。　People　like　that。　Good　date　movie；　good　press。　So　what　if　the　Maori　boy　moves　to　Iceland　and　that’s　how　we　open　the　film。　It’s　perfect。　It’s　diverse；　it’s　edgy；　it’s　Slumdog　Millionaire　meets　Kids。　Hollis；　you’re　a　genius。”　Stacy　clapped　her　hands　in　excitement。

Vanessa　squeezed　Hollis’s　hand　tightly。　She　expected　him　to　roll　his　stormy　gray　eyes　and　tell　them　to　fuck　themselves。　But　instead；　he　was　nodding　as　if　he　was　agreeing。　What　the　fuck？　Vanessa　yanked　her　hand　away；　aware　that　her　palms　were　clammy。

“Here’s　my　pitch；”　Hollis　said；　his　deep　voice　manding　the　room。　“Love　the　Maori　boy；　love　Iceland。　So　what　if　we　double　the　fun　and　add　some　twins？　That　way；　we　can　really　explore　identity　and　selfhood　and　what　makes　a　family。”　Hollis　nodded；　leaning　forward　on　his　elbows　as　if　he　couldn’t　wait　to　see　what　else　Stacy　would　add　to　the　idea。　Vanessa　felt　like　she　was　going　to　throw　up。　He　was　agreeing　with　them？

“What　makes　a　family；”　Geoff　piped　up；　his　voice　going　up　an　octave　in　excitement。　“That　could　be　a　great　title。”

“Only　if　we’re　a　fucking　television　network　for　women。”　Stacy　rolled　her　eyes　in　his　direction。　“Remember；　we　need　to　get　the　guys。　Are　you　having　trouble　in　that　department？”　she　asked　sarcastically。　“No；　what　if　it’s　something　like　The　Tribe　Goes　Down？　See；　that’s　sexy。”

Vanessa　couldn’t　take　this　anymore。　If　Hollis　wasn’t　going　to　say　anything　because　he　was　afraid　of　offending　Stacy；　well　then；　she　was。　She　knew　you　had　to　make　some　promises　to　get　financing；　but　this　was　absurd。　“No；”　Vanessa　said　loudly；　her　voice　seeming　to　ricochet　off　the　glass　walls。

“Alyssa？”　Stacy　asked　curiously。

“It’s　Vanessa；”　Vanessa　snapped。　“I’m　sorry；　but　the　pitch　was　about　a　teenage　girl　who　moves　to　Brooklyn。　I’m　not　making　a　movie　about　twin　Maori　boys　who　move　to　Iceland；”　she　said　firmly；　hoping　Stacy　would　understand。　“I　don’t　know　anything　about　Iceland。　Or　Maoris。”

“Right。”　Stacy　nodded。　“But　this　is　a　Hollis　Lyons　film。　If　Streetscape　is　producing　it；　Hollis　is　directing　it；”　she　said；　as　if　she　were　a　kindergarten　teacher　explaining　to　a　five…year…old　why　she　couldn’t　have　two　snacks。　“It’ll　really　be　great；　Hollis。”　Stacy　smiled。　“Now；　let’s　keep　going。　So；　we　get　them　to　Reykjavík；　and　then…”　She　trailed　off；　glancing　around　the　room　for　the　next　pitch。

“Then　I　guess　I’m　not　needed　here。”　Vanessa　stood　up。　Tears　were　dangerously　close　to　flowing；　and　she　would　not　cry　in　front　of　them。　She　walked　toward　the　door。　Hollis　was　still　sitting　on　the　edge　of　his　chair；　leaning　his　elbows　on　the　table　as　if　he　couldn’t　wait　to　hear　Stacy’s　latest　absurd　idea。

“Hollis？”　Vanessa　asked；　her　voice　shaking。

“See　you　later；”　Hollis　called　distractedly。　He　turned　back　to　the　table。　“I　think　it　might　be　cool　if　one　of　them　got　involved　with　a　Dutch　girl　from　Amsterdam；”　he　mused。

At　this；　Vanessa　froze。　Her　hand　was　on　the　doorknob；　but　she　felt　paralyzed。　What　was　Hollis　doing？　How　could　he　betray　her　like　that？

“Zach；　can　you　walk　Alyssa　out；　while　we　hash　out　the　Amsterdam　plot　twist；”　Stacy　asked；　mistaking　Vanessa’s　pent…up　rage　for　confusion　over　where　the　exit　was　located。

Vanessa　swallowed　her　anger。　She　was　going　to　head　back　to　the　apartment；　pack　her　stuff；　and　then　go　straight　to　Ruby’s。　If　Hollis　thought　she　would　continue　to　live　with　him；　he　was　dead　wrong。　“Hollis　is　great　at　plot　twists；”　Vanessa　managed　icily　before　she　closed　the　door。

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