gossip girl 7 英文-第14章

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mikes。　


〃A；　B；　C；　D；　E；　F；　G；〃　the　drummer　sang　into　his　mike；　his　eyes　closed　and　his　face　earnest；　like　he　
was　singing　the　most　heart…wrenching　song　ever　written。　〃Tell　me　what　you　think　of　meeeee。〃　

〃He's　cute！〃　Jenny　whispered　in　Elise's　ear。　

〃Who？〃　Elise　demanded；　peering　at　the　stage。　〃The　drummer？　But　he's；　like；　twenty…five　years　
old！〃　

So？　

〃So？〃　Jenny　retorted。　〃Aren't　they　all　twenty…five？〃　

〃But　he's　wearing　overalls。〃　Elise　wrinkled　her　freckled　nose　in　disgust。　〃The　guitarist；　
whatshisname。。。　Damon。。。　no；　Damian。。。　the　one　Serena's　dating？　He's　the　cute　one；〃　she　insisted。　
〃He　has　freckles　like　me；　and　that　accent！〃　she　gushed。　〃And　don't　forget　about　your　brother。　He's　
not　twenty…five。〃　

Jenny　rolled　her　eyes。　Okay；　so　the　drummer　was　wearing　white　painter's　overalls；　with　a　
pink…and…Kelly…green…stripped　polo　shirt　and　new　white　Treton　tennis　shoes。　It　was　a　bizarrely　
innocent　and　preppy　outfit　for　someone　famous　for　breaking　his　drumsticks　against　his　forehead　
during　concerts。　But　that　was　part　of　his　appeal；　part　of　the　whole　band's　appeal。　The　Raves　were　a　
perfect　mixture　of　psychotic　serial　killer　and　loveable　goofball　mama's　boys；　like　Marilyn　Manson　
crossed　with　the　scarecrow　from　'Wizard　of　Oz'。　

〃I　like　him；〃　Jenny　insisted。　She　adjusted　her　chair　so　she　was　looking　directly　at　the　drummer。　He　
winked　in　her　general　direction　and　she　giggled；　blushing　furiously。　

〃A　lotta　pretty　girls　here　tonight；〃　the　drummer　drawled　into　his　mike　and　then　grinned　right　at　
Jenny。　He　had　straight　white　teeth　and　a　wide　mouth；　like　Cheshire　Cat；　and　his　dark　hair　was　
short　and　neatly　bed；　like　he'd　just　e　from　that　old　barber　shop　on　Eighty…third　and　
Lexington　where　all　the　Upper　East　Side　boys　go　with　their　dads　for　their　first　haircuts。　

〃He　reminds　me　of　the　fat　guy　from　that　movie；〃　Elise　observed；　as　if　anyone　would　understand　
who　she　was　talking　about。　

〃he's　not　fat；〃　Jenny　shot　back。　

Elise　pulled　an　unopened　pack　of　Malboro　Lights　out　f　her　sparkly　purse　and　threw　on　the　table。　
〃You　can't　really　tell　if　someone's　fat　until　you　see　them　naked。〃　

Jenny　considered　this　as　she　stared　at　the　drummer。　She　didn't　even　know　his　name；　but　she　liked　
him。　She　just　did。　And　she　wouldn't　have　minded　seeing　him　naked。　After　all；　the　total　number　of　
boys　she'd　seen　pletely　naked　in　her　lifetime　added　up　to　what…　zero？　


The　club　was　filling　up。　Jenny　even　recognized　a　few　people　from　the　line　outside　who'd　finally　
made　it　in。　All　of　a　sudden　the　lights　went　out；　except　for　a　single　bare　bulb　illuminating　the　
fireman's　pole。　Jenny　grabbed　Elise's　hand　underneath　the　table　and　squeezed　it　hard；　barely　able　
to　contain　her　excitement。　Then　Damian；　the　Raves'　lead　guitarist；　slid　down　the　pole；　his　reddish　
blond　hair　sticking　up　like　he'd　slept　on　it　funny。　He　was　wearing　a　plain　white　T…shirt　with　a　big　
black　capital　R　on　the　front　of　it…　the　Raves'　new　promo　T…shirt；　which　he'd　designed　himself。　

If　you　call　that　a　design。　

The　thing　about　the　Raves　was　they　could　get　away　with　wearing　anything　they　wanted　or　doing　
anything　they　pleased　because　they　were　true　Thoroughbreds…　good　kids　from　good　Upper　East　
Side　families　who'd　gone　to　boarding　school　together　and　then　formed　a　band　instead　of　going　to　
college。　A　few　months　back；　Rolling　Stone　had　even　printed　a　piece　describing　how　every　member　
of　the　Raves　had　gotten　into　Princeton　and　how　one　fateful　May　night　before　graduating　from　
boarding　school；　when　they　were　performing　in　a　Deerfeild　coffeehouse；　a　kid　in　the　audience　had　
just　happened　to　be　on　the　phone　with　his　record　executive　dad；　who'd　sign　them　right　then　and　
there。　The　four　boys　decided　not　to　go　to　college　at　all；　because　what　better　way　to　thank　your　
parents　for　giving　you　everything　you　ever　wanted　than　to　buy　you　own　car　and　house　before　the　
age　of　twenty？　In　the　end；　being　rock　stars　would　be　much　more　profitable　then　getting　a　college　
degree　in　some　pletely　useless　subject　like　philosophy。　Plus；　the　same　record　executive　
happened　to　be　married　to　the　director　of　a　French　modeling　agency；　which　meant　the　band　could　
hang　out　with　beautiful　French　models　all　the　time…　a　pretty　decent　perk。　

Jenny　looked　on　anxiously　as　Dan　slid　down　the　pole　after　Damian；　landing　painfully　on　his　knees。　
His　face　was　green；　his　hair　was　clumpy　with　sweat；　and　his　eyes　were　sort　of　rolling　back　into　his　
head。　He　also　dressed　like　Mr。　Way　Into　Hip…Hop；　which　totally　clashed　with　the　other　Raves'　
grown…up…prep…school…boy　ensembles。　

〃What's　with　the　pants？〃　Elise　asked；　looking　alarme；　as　if　she　couldn't　quite　believe　that　she'd　
once　allowed　Dan　to　kiss　her。　〃And　what's　with　the　hair？〃　

Jenny　shrugged　her　shoulders。　She　had　to　admit　Dan　looked　kind　of　weird；　but　she　would　much　
rather　make　goo…goo　eyes　at　the　Raves'　drummer　than　try　to　deconstruct　why　her　brother　was　
suddenly　trying　to　look　like　Eminem。　The　drummer　smiled　at　her　again　and　she　batted　her　eyes；　
wishing　her　eyelashes　were　longer　or　that　she'd　worn　more　mascara。　She　also　wished　she　had　the　
nerve　to　go　up　to　the　bar　and　ask　the　bartender　to　buy　the　drummer　a　shot　or　something。　It　seemed　
like　the　kind　of　thing　Serena　would　do。　If　only　Serena　were　there。　Or　maybe　it　was　best　that　she　
wasn't。　After　all；　the　drummer　was　smiling　at　her。　If　Serena　had　been　there；　Jenny　might　have　gone　
unnoticed。　

The　crowd　was　noisy　now　and　seemed　to　have　doubled　in　size。　Elise　lit　a　cigarette　and　passed　it　to　
Jenny。　No　one　had　even　offered　to　bring　them　drinks；　but　smoking　in　a　room　full　of　legal　adults　
when　you　were　only　fourteen　felt　cool　enough。　


Damian　twanged　his　guitar　and　the　drummer　banged　out　a　drumroll。　The　anorexic；　dark…haired　
bassist　cracked　his　knuckles。　Dan　cleared　his　throat　right　into　the　microphone；　a　disgusting；　
phlegmy　sound。　

Gross。　

〃I　guess　I　should　start　singing；〃　he　mumbled　almost　incoherently。　The　crowd　tittered。　Jenny　
thought　Dan　sounded　exactly　like　he　did　the　morning　he'd　woken　up　to　find　they'd　run　out　of　
instant　coffee　and　he'd　bee　so　weak　he'd　puked。　Jenny　had　to　run　out　to　the　deli；　and　it　had　
taken　four　cups　to　revive　him。　She　cocked　her　head　to　one　side；　inhaled；　and　blew　a　long　stream　of　
smoke　into　the　air。　Maybe　he　was　just　pretending　to　be　out　of　it　so　everyone　would　be　surprised　
when　he　started　going　nuts　like　he　had　at　Vanessa's　birthday　party。　

Or　maybe　not。　

EVEN　V　CAN'T　WATCH　THIS　TRAIN　WRECK　

Beverly　was　waiting　for　Vanessa　outside　the　club；　wearing　the　same　loose　black　pants　and　orange　
rubber　flip…flops　as　yesterday。　His　black　hair　was　parted　down　the　middle　and　his　pale　blue　eyes　
were　shaded　by　small；　round　mirrored　sunglasses。　Very　John　Lennon　meets　Keanu　Reeves。　

〃Hi；〃　Vanessa　greeted　him；　hoping　she　didn't　seem　too　excited　to　see　him　again。　〃Nice　glasses。〃　

'Love　the　lip　ring。　You　smell　fantastic'；　she　willed　him　to　say　in　response。　'And　with　all　certainty　
I've　decided　to　move　in　with　you'。　

〃Should　we　go　in？〃　was　all　he　asked　instead。　

The　band　had　already　started　to　play　and　the　line　outside　the　club　had　dwindled。　Vanessa　went　
straight　to　the　front。　〃Abrams。　I'm　on　the　guest　list；〃　she　told　the　bouncer。　All　of　a　sudden　it　
occurred　to　her　that　Dan　was　about　to　see　her　with　another　guy　for　the　very　first　time。　If　only　she　
had　the　nerve　to　garn　Beverly　and　make　out　with　him　right　infront　of　the　stage。　


As　if　Dan　would　even　notice。　


The　bouncer　gave　them　the　once…over　and　then　unhooked　the　red　velvet　rope。　Vanessa　could　hear　
people　in　line　behind　them　moaning　jealously　as　they　went　inside。　Beverly　didn't　say　anything；　as　
if　cool　things　like　that　happened　to　him　every　day。　


Funktion　was　loud　and　crowded　and　smoky　and　hot；　just　the　way　clubs　were　supposed　to　be。　The　
Raves　were　playing　with　their　usual　bravado；　but　the　audience　seemed　to　be　singing　louder　than　
Dan　was。　Vanessa　couldn't　see　him　yet；　but　it　almost　sounded　like　Dan　was　choking　on　something。　


'Crack　me　like　and　ehh！　
Burn　a　hole　in　my　finger　'til　I　find　myself　
Find　myself　losing　you！　
Losing　you　and　missing　stuff　
Missing　how　you　kicked　my　ass！'　


Whoa；　that　song　wouldn't　be　autobiographical；　would　it？　


It　was　a　new　song；　one　that　Dan　had　written　only　last　week。　Somehow　the　hard…core　Raves　fans　
had　bootlegged　a　version　from　their　practice　sessions　and　had　already　memorized　the　lyrics。　Now　
they　were　shouting　them　out；　which　was　a　good　thing　because　Dan　was　barely　audible。　


Vanessa　eased　her　way　through　the　tightly　packed　crowd　to　the　back　of　the　club。　Dan's　little　sister　
Jenny　and　her　friend　were　seated　at　a　table　in　the　corner；　smoking　cigarettes　and　nodding　their　
chins　to　the　music　with　such　studied　boredom　it　was　almost　obvious　they'd　been　practicing　in　front　
of　a　mirror。　


Beverly　pointed　to　a　table　near　the　fire　exit　where　there　was　one　free　seat。　〃Go　ahead；〃　he　told　
Vanessa。　He　perched　on　the　table　and　indicated　that　she　should　have　the　seat。　〃I'm　not　sure　how　
much　more　of　this　I　can　take。〃　


Vanessa　pressed　her　lips　together　and　sat　down。　What　was　that　supposed　to　mean？　That　he　didn't　
like　her？　That　he　didn't