gossip girl 7 英文-第4章

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〃What　a　mess。〃　She　plained。　

Jenny　wasn't　sure　how　Serena　could　even　stand　to　look　at　herself　in　a　mirror　every　day　without　
passing　out　in　amazement　at　her　own　perfection。　That　anyone　as　perfect　as　Serena　could　have　


issues　was　totally　unfathomable。　〃I'm　sure　you'll　figure　it　out；〃　she　told　the　older　girl；　being　
suddenly　distracted　by　a　photo　of　Erik　van　der　Woodsen；　Serena's　hot　older　brother；　propped　up　on　
Serena's　bedside　table　in　a　silver　Tiffany　frame。　Tall　and　lanky；　with　the　same　pale　blond　hair；　cut　
in　a　long　shag　framing　his　face；　Erik　was　a　male　version　of　Serena。　Same　huge　dark　blue　eyes；　
same　full　mouth　that　turned　up　at　the　corners；　same　straight　white　teeth　and　aristocratic　chin。　In　
the　picture　he　was　standing　on　a　rocky　beach；　tan　and　shirtless。　Jenny　squeezed　her　bare　knees　
together。　Those　chest　muscles；　that　stomach；　those　arms…　oh！　If　boarding　school　was　filled　with　
boys　who　were　even　half　as　gorgeous　as　Erik　van　der　Woodsen；　they　could　sign　her　up！　

Easy　there；　cow　girl。　

Serena's　pink　iMac　beeped；　indicating　that　she'd　just　received　an　e…mail。　

〃Probably　one　of　our　fans。〃　Serena　joked；　although　Jenny　thought　she　was　serious。　Serena　went　
over　to　her　antique　letter…writing　desk；　jiggled　her　mouse；　and　clicked　on　the　latest　e…mail　
message。　

To：　SvW@vanderWoodsen。　
From：　Sheri@PrincetonTriDs　

Dear　Serena；　

Our　sorority　totally　worships　Les　Best　and　some　of　us　were　at　his　show　this　spring；　so　you　can　
imagine　how　pletely　thrilled　we　were　when　we　heard　you　were　considering　attending　
Princeton　this　fall。　And　if　you　do　go　to　Princeton；　you　have　to　bee　a　Tri　Delt。　We　already　have　
all　these　amazing　fundraising　ideas　for　this　year；　including　a　Les　Best　fashion　show　to　benefit　the　
Wild　Horses　of　Chincoteague；　featuring　us；　the　Tri　Delts；　as　models！　The　best　part　is　you　won't　
even　have　to　pledge。　Congratulations；　Serena；　you're　already　a　sister！　All　you　have　to　do　now　is　
get　your　behind　up　to　Princeton　a　few　days　early　this　August　so　you　can　get　a　good　room　in　our　
house。　

We　totally　can't　wait。　Big　kisses。　

Your　sis；　
Sheri　

Serena　read　the　message　again　and　then　logged　off；　staring　at　the　blank　screen　in　shock。　Pushy　
sorority　sisters　were　just　about　the　last　people　she　wanted　to　hear　from；　and　anyway；　wasn't　
Princeton　supposed　to　be　sort　of　intellectual？　She　picked　up　the　phone　to　call　Blair　and　then　
slammed　it　down　again；　realizing　she'd　pletely　forgotten　that　Jenny　was　even　there。　Jenny　was　
sweet　and　adorable　and　everything…　but　she　didn't　have；　like；　homework　or　a　movie　to　go　to　or　
something？　

See；　even　perfect　goddesses　have　a　bitchy　side。　


Jenny　slid　off　the　bed　and　hitched　up　her　extra　wide　supportive　bra　straps；　guessing　she　was　about　
to　be　dismissed。　〃You　know　my　brother　Dan　is　singing　for　the　Raves　now；〃　she　announced。　〃His　
fist　gig　with　them　is　tomorrow　night。　I　can　put　you　on　the　special　guest　list　if　you　want　to　e。〃　

Jenny　wasn't　even　sure　if　there　was　a　special　guest　list。　All　she　knew　she　was　getting　free　because　
she　was　Dan's　sister。　Dan　thought　he　was　so　famous　now　that　he　was　a　member　of　a　band　with　the　
number　one　album　on　the　East　Coast；　but　if　she　showed　up　to　the　gig　with　Serena…　two　gorgeous　
models　out　on　the　town　in　matching　Les　Best　dresses…　she'd　pletely　out　famous　him。　

Serena　wrinkled　her　nose。　She　wanted　to　go　to　the　Raves　gig；　she　really　did；　but　she　and　her　
parents　had　already　RSVPed　yes　to　some　Yale　prospective　students'　get…to…know…you　party　
tomorrow　night。　She　couldn't　exactly　make　her　parents　go　by　themselves。　

〃I　don't　think　I　can；〃　she　explained　apologetically。　〃There's　this　Yale　thing　I　have　to　go　to。　But　I'll　
try　to　get　down　there　if　it　finishes　early。〃　

Jenny　nodded　and　stuffed　the　issue　of　W　into　her　Gap　tote　bag；　disappointed。　She'd　envisioned　
making　an　entrance　at　the　Lower　East　Side　club　with　Serena。　Never　mind　the　Raves…　they　were　
rock　stars；　big　deal。　She　and　Serena　were　supermodels…　at　least　Serena　was。　Heads　were　
guaranteed　to　turn；　

Guess　she'll　have　to　satisfy　herself　with　being　the　lead　singer's　little　sister。　Like　that　would　ever　be　
enough。　

TALK　ABOUT　AN　IDENTITY　CRISIS　

〃Crack　me　like　an　egg！〃　

Daniel　Humphrey　glared　at　himself　in　his　bedroom　mirror　and　took　a　long　drag　on　a　half　smoked　
camel。　A　lame…voiced　wimp　in　worn　khaki…colored　corduroys　and　maroon　Gap　T…shirt。　Not　exactly　
rock'n'roll。　


〃Crack　me　like　an　egg！〃　he　wailed　again；　trying　to　look　angst…ridden；　rebellious；　and　sickly　cool　
all　at　the　same　time。　The　problem　was；　his　voice　always　broke　when　he　went　into　the　higher　
ranged；　ing　out　in　a　breathy　whisper；　and　his　face　looked　soft　and　young　and　totally　
unthreatening。　

Dan　rubbed　at　his　bony　chin　and　thought　about　growing　a　goatee。　Vanessa　had　always　had　a　strong　
aversion　to　facial　hair；　but　what　she　thought　was　no　longer　relevant　since　they　were　no　longer　a　
couple。　

Almost　two　weeks　ago　at　Vanessa's　eighteenth　birthday　party　at　her　apartment　in　Williamsburg；　
Brooklyn；　Dan　had　been　discovered　by　the　megapopular　indie　band　the　Raves。　Or　rather；　his　
poems　had　been。　Thinking　they'd　both　go　to　NYU　next　year　and　live　happily　ever　after；　Dan　had　
moved　in　with　Vanessa　only　a　few　days　before。　Butt　heir　relationship　had　quickly　deteriorated。　
More　depressed　than　usual；　Dan　had　been　sitting　in　a　corner　during　the　party；　chugging　Grey　
Goose　vodka　straight　out　of　the　bottle。　Meanwhile；　the　Raves　showed　up　at　the　party　and　their　lead　
guitarist；　Damian　Polk；　stumbled　upon　a　stack　of　black　notebooks　filled　with　Dan's　poetry。　
Damian　and　his　band　members　had　gone　crazy　over　the　poems；　insisting　they　would　work　
perfectly　as　lyrics。　Their　lead　singer　had　just　mysteriously　quit…　rehab　anyone？　…　and　so　they　
decided　to　ask　Dan　to　be　their　front　man。　By　then　Dan　was　just　piss　drunk　and　thought　the　whole　
thing　was　totally　hilarious。　Throwing　himself　into　the　task　with　drunken　fervor；　he'd　stolen　the　
show；　electrifying　drunken　partiers　with　his　brazen　performance。　

He　thought　his　was　a　one　time　deal；　a　way　of　distracting　himself　from　the　fact　that　he'd　just　broken　
up　with　the　only　girl　who'd　ever　loved　him。　The　next　day　he　discovered　he　was　card…carrying　
member　of　the　band；　and　pletely　in　over　his　head。　

During　rehearsals　Dan　found　that　his　normally　sober　self　was　physically　incapable　of　putting　out　
the　same　reckless　energy　that　he'd　had　at　the　party；　and；　pared　to　the　other　band　members；　who　
were　all　in　their　twenties　and　wore　clothes　tailor…made　for　them　by　avant…garde　designers　like　
Pisolcock　and　Better　Than　Naked；　he　felt　like　a　geeky；　squeaky　little　kid。　He'd　even　asked　Damian　
Polk　why　in　the　hell　the　Raves　wanted　him　to　be　their　lead　singer　in　the　first　place。　Damian　had　
replied　simple；　〃It's　all　about　the　words；　man。〃　

Dude；　just　because　he　could　write　them　didn't　mean　he　could　sing。　But　maybe　if　he　looked　more　
like　he　could　sing；　he　might　actually　convince　people　that　he　deserved　to　be　in　the　band。　

Dan　shuffled　through　his　messy　desk　drawers　searching　for　the　battery…operated　beard　trimmer　
he'd　bought　last　year　during　a　week　of　experimenting　with　the　length　of　his　side…burns。　He　moved　
on　to　his　little　sister　Jenny's　room；　and　finally　found　it　under　her　bed；　inexplicably　rolled　up　inside　
and　old　pink　bath　towel。　

Little　sister　lesson　number　one：　If　you　want　to　keep　your　shit；　put　a　padlock　on　your　door。　

Not　bothering　to　return　to　his　own　room；　he　went　over　to　the　mirror　on　the　back　of　Jenny's　closet　


door　and　tugged　at　the　outgrown　Mr。　Trendy　Artiste　haircut　he'd　gotten　soon　after　he'd　made　his　
switch　from　bohemian　poet　to　gritty　rock　star；　it　was　time　for　a　change。　

Eek！　Doesn't　everyone　know　not　to　try　a　new　look　the　day　before　a　big　event？　

The　trimmer　buzzed　to　life　and　Dan　began　shaving　the　back　of　his　neck；　watching　the　light　brown　
strands　gather　on　the　faded　chocolate…colored　carpet　in　mousy　clumps。　Then　he　stopped；　worried　
all　of　a　sudden　that　a　beard　trimmer　didn't　have　exactly　the　right　sort　of　blades　the　shave　one's　
entire　head　with。　It　might　leave　weird　red　track　marks　all　over　his　skull；　or　shave　his　head　
unevenly　so　that　it　looked　like　his　hair　had　been　eaten　rather　than　cut。　

Sure　he　wanted　to　look　hard…core；　but　not　chewed…head　hard…core。　

He　debated　whether　or　not　to　continue。　If　he　stopped　now；　the　shaved　parts　could　be　pletely　
concealed　by　the　rest　of　his　hair　until　he　bent　over；　and　then；　voila…　a　shaved　neck。　It　was　kinda　
cool　knowing　the　shaved　part　was　there　without　being　able　to　see　it。　Then　again；　an　unnoticeable　
hair…cut　wasn't　exactly　the　look　he　was　going　for。　

He　put　the　beard　trimmer　down；　propped　a　Camel　between　his　lips；　and　reached　for　Jenny's　phone。　
If　there　was　one　person　who　knew　anything　about　shaving　heads；　it　was　Vanessa。　She'd　kept　her　
own　head　shaved　sine　the　ninth　grade；　and；　shunning　the　expensive　salons　like　Frederic　Fekkai　
and　Elizabeth　Arden's　Red　Door　that　her　coiffed　classmates　frequented；　insisted　on　shaving　it　
herself。　Secretly　he's　always　thought　she　looked　prettier　with　a　little　more　hair；　but　she　obviously　
thought　she　looked　great　bald；　he　wasn't　about　to　say　anythin