gossip girl 11 英文-第9部分

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place　to　bring　a　guy？and　by　？guy？　she　meant　Nate。　They　could　take　a　bubble　bath　in　the　
six…person　tub　and　order　chocolate…covered　strawberries　and　champagne　from　room　service。　They　
could　watch　one　of　the　many　not…yet…released　DVDs　that　Ken　had　stocked　the　room　with　when　
they　got　bored？which　would　be　never。　

？Serena！？　a　young　female　reporter　yelled　out；　scribbling　furiously　on　a　small　white　pad；　her　
rectangular　crimson　eyeglasses　sliding　down　her　tiny　nose。　？What　are　your　plans？　Any　films　in　the　


near　future？？　The　cameras　clicked　incessantly　as　Serena　cleared　her　throat　and　prepared　to　speak。　

Ken　Mogul　had　said　in　his　e…mail　not　to　worry　about　the　press　conference；　that　he？d　be　there　to　
take　care　of　everything。　But　when　Serena　had　arrived；　she？d　been　met　by　Jade；　Ken？s　assistant　
and　wife；　a　stunning　Afro…Asian　ex…Ford　model　with　straight　black　hair　to　her　waist；　who？d　
informed　Serena　coldly　that　Ken　might　be　a　little　late。　

？Actually；？　she　answered　with　an　apologetic　smile；　？I　start　college　next　week；　so　I　don？t　think　
I？ll　be　making　any　more　movies　for　a　while。？　She　crossed　her　legs　and　leaned　back　on　the　
gray…and…beige…striped　deck　chair。　She　was　glad　she？d　worn　the　black　Bailey　Winter　sunglasses　
that　were　designed　especially　for　Holly；　the　character　she　played　in　the　movie。　She？d　thought　
they？d　help　her　feel　more　in　character；　but　she　hadn？t　realized　she？d　need　them　to　shade　her　eyes　
from　the　sun？not　to　mention　the　flashbulbs。　

Serena　folded　her　hands　over　the　skirt　of　her　simple　white　Marc　Jacobs　sheath　dress　and　pulled　a　
stray　golden　hair　away　from　her　face。　With　her　white；　Herm？s　lace…up　sandals　and　the　
much…coveted　cream…and…black　Fendi　B　bag　at　her　feet；　she　was　the　picture　of　New　York　glamour。　
Now　she　just　needed　to　make　sure　she　acted　that　way。　She　was　okay　with　the　sitting…there　part。　It　
felt　sort　of　。　。　。right　to　be　there；　flashbulbs　exploding　in　her　face　every　five　seconds。　It　was　the　
speaking　part？knowing　that　people　were　hanging　on　her　every　word；　writing　every　syllable　down　
and　possibly　hoping　that　she？d　make　a　dumb…blond；　spoiled…starlet　mistake？that　made　her　feel　
quivery　inside。　She？d　grown　up　having　people　look　at　and　talk　about　her；　but　this　was　the　first　
time　anyone　had　asked　for　her　own　original　thoughts。　

　Agh！　

？Which　college；　Serena？？　another　reporter　yelled　out；　startling　her　from　her　moment　of　reverie。　

？I？m　heading　to　Yale　on　Sunday；　actually；？　she　replied；　a　bit　more　confidently　than　she　actually　
felt。　She　pushed　her　hair　off　her　shoulders　and　continued。　？I　just　want　to　be　a　normal　girl　for　a　
while。You　know；　go　to　school；　be　like　everyone　else。？　As　if　that　were　evenremotely　possible。　

？Normal　girl？　Ha！　Not　if　I　can　help　it！？　a　deep　male　voice　rang　out。　Reporters　turned　to　see　Ken　
Mogul　making　his　way　toward　the　terrace　through　the　suite；　balancing　a　bottle　of　champagne　and　
two　crystal　champagne　flutes　in　his　hands。　His　bulging　blue　eyes　looked　like　they　might　rocket　out　
of　his　face；　and　his　shoulder…length；　curly　red　hair　had　been　smoothed　down　and　pulled　into　a　low　
ponytail。　He　was　trailed　by　Jade；　who　towered　over　him　in　her　ridiculously　high　gold　snakeskin　
Jimmy　Choos。　Just　when　it　seemed　he　was　going　to　take　a　seat；　Ken　jumped　onto　the　outdoor　
coffee　table　which　was　covered　with　champagne　glasses；　sending　them　crashing。　

Serena　shook　her　head　slightly；　feeling　a　little　dazed。　Between　the　constant　snap　and　glitter　of　
flashbulbs；　the　champagne；　the　close　proximity　of　Thad；　and　now　this　weird　performance；　her　
head　was　spinning　and　she　felt　like　she　needed　to　go　back　into　the　AC。　


Little　Miss　Demanding。　She　really　is　being　a　Hollywood　star！　

From　his　high　perch；　Ken　poured　Serena　a　flute　of　Veuve　Clicquot　and　clinked　his　full　glass　
against　hers。　？Serena　van　der　Woodsen　is　the　greatest　talent　of　the　twenty…first　century；　and　though　
some　of　you　may　think　I？ve　sold　out　by　shootingBreakfast　at　Fred？s　entirely　inside　the　
mainstream　zeitgeist；　it　is　Serena　who　is　my　greatest　independent　work　of　art。？　Okay。What　exactly　
did　he　just　say？　

He　hopped　off　the　table　and　laid　himself　flat　on　the　ground　at　Serena？s　Herm？s…sandaled　feet；　
murmuring；　？I？m　not　worthy；？　over　and　over　again。　

Serena　blushed。　She　certainly　didn？t　feel　like　an　independent　work　of　art？far　from　it。　She　was　
just　a　confused　high　school　graduate　who　was　going　to　college　because　she　wasn？t　exactly　sure　
what　to　do　next。　She　looked　up　and　saw　Ken　Mogul？s　gorgeous　wife　looking　at　her　coldly；　arms　
folded　across　her　chest。　Serena　shrugged　shyly；　as　if　to　let　her　know　that　she　wasn？t　really　into　all　
this　ass…kissing；　star…worship　stuff。　

The　cameras　went　crazy；　clicking　away　like　mad。　Ken　sat　up　abruptly　and　held　his　stubbly　hand　
in　front　of　his　face。　？Gentlemen；　please！？　he　shouted。　The　flashes　stopped　as　quickly　as　they？d　
started；　and　the　crowd　grew　silent　again；　waiting　for　Ken　to　speak。　？Not　only　do　we　begin　
shooting　the　sequel　toBreakfast　at　Fred？s　next　month；　but　I　plan　to　shoot　a　new　film　this　spring；　in　
the　style　of　the　visionary　director　Fran？ois　Truffaut？a　gritty；　black…and…white　exercise　in　emotional　
realism　and　the　searing　depravity　of　love　and　addiction。？　He　put　his　glass　of　champagne　down　
dramatically。　？And　both　films　will　star　Serena　van　der　Woodsen；　of　course。？　Serena？s　mouth　
dropped　open　and　

Ken　met　her　wide…eyed　gaze。　He　gave　her　a　quick　wink；　his　scary　blue　eyes　twinkling。　？Our　little　
Serena　is　going　to　be　a　big；　big　star！？　？I　told　you！？　Thad　broke　in；　grabbing　her　hand　and　raising　it　
in　the　air。　

Serena　sat　there　in　stunned　silence　as　the　reporters　went　nuts　around　her。　？Serena；　Serena！　Does　
that　mean　Yale　is　on　hold？？　a　male　broke　through　the　shouting。　

She　looked　at　Ken　and　then　at　Thad；　who　both　smiled　back　at　her　expectantly。　She　couldn？tnot　
go　to　Yale　。　。　。or　。　。　。　could　she？　Blair　and　Nate　would　be　fine？or　better　off？without　her。　But　was　
she　ready　to　leave　them？　The　crowded　terrace　fell　pletely　silent　as　Serena　turned　back　to　the　
cameras；　squaring　her　shoulders。　？No　ment。？　Ditto。

　TO：　bwaldorf@constancebillard。edu　

　FROM：　caligirl90210@gmail。

　Subject：　We？re　roomies！　


　Dear　Blair；　

I　wasso　excited　when　I　got　my　roommate　assignment　in　the　mail　this　morning！　Aren？t　you　
justdying　to　get　to　Yale？　I？ve　been　shopping　all　week　（make　that　all　summer！）；　since　it？ll　be　a　pain　
once　we？re　on　campus？doesn？t　it　totally　suck　that　freshmen　aren？t　allowed　to　have　cars　
anymore？！　

I　guess　I　better　back　up　and　tell　you　a　little　about　myself：　I　live　in　Beverly　Hills　and　my　dad？s　a　
cosmetic　dentist。　Which　means　my　whole　family　has　perfect　teeth。　Anyway；　I？m　not　sure　what　
I？m　going　to　miss　most　about　Cali？my　parents；　my　convertible；　my　swimming　pool；　or　the　malls。　
But　I　guess　Macy？s　is　only　a　train　ride　away。　

I？ve　been　skating　all　my　life。　I　went　to　nationals　in　pairs　skating　with　Ashton；　my　partner；　who　
was　also　my　boyfriend　until　I　broke　up　with　him　last　week。　My　favorite　store　is　the　Build…A…Bear　
Workshop。　I　have　ahuge　teddy　bear　collection。　My　favorite　color　is　white；　which　technically　isn？t　
a　color；　but　it？s　the　color　of　my　ice　skates　and　ice　when　it？s　been　skated　on；　plus　my　birthstone　is　a　
pearl；　which　is　also　white。　When　Ashton　and　I　won　regionals；　I　wore　the　most　beautiful　peal　tiara。　

So；　you？re　from　New　York？　That？s　all　the　housing　slip　said。　Do　you　live　in　Manhattan？　I？ve　
never　been　there。　What　was　your　high　school　like？　Do　you　have　a　boyfriend？　I　was　going　out　with　
Ashton　for　almost　two　years；　but　I　thought　it　would　be　better　to　break　up　before　college。　Long　
distance　relationships　just　don？t　last。　。　。　。　

Anyway；　I？m　beyond　excited　to　meet　you！　Please　write　back　soon　and　tell　me　all　about　yourself。　
We？re　going　to　have　the　best　time　this　fall；　and　I　hope　we？ll　bee　lifelong　friends。　Oh　and　my　
stuffed　French　bulldog　CeeCee　says　hello　too！　

　xoxoxo；　

Alana　

　TO：　caligirl90210@gmail。

　FROM：　Bwaldorf@constancebillard。edu　

Subject：　re：　We？re　roomies！　

　Dear　Alana；　

That？s　so　weird？my　family　is　actually　moving　from　New　York　to　L。A。　really　soon。　It　will　be　cool　
to　know　someone　if　I？m　forced　to　spend　breaks　t