天锡小说网

第8部分（第2页）

Dan　had　had　enough。　He　tossed　his　cigarette　on　the　sidewalk　only

inches　from　Chuck’s　shoes　and　headed　for　the　school　doors。　As　he

passed　the　three　boys　he　turned　his　head　and　puckered　his　lips；

making　a　smooching　sound　three　times　as　if　he　were　giving　each

boy　a　big　fat　kiss　on　the　lips。　Then　he　turned　and　went　inside；

banging　the　door　shut　behind　him。

Kiss　that；　assholes。

“What　I’m　going　for　is　tension；”　Vanessa　Abrams　explained　to

Constance’s　small　Advanced　Film　Studies　class。　She　was　standing　at

the　front　of　the　room；　presenting　her　idea　for　the　film　she　was

making。　“I’m　going　to　shoot　the　two　of　them　talking　on　a　park

bench　at　night。　Except　you　can’t　really　hear　what　they’re　saying。”

Vanessa　paused　dramatically；　waiting　for　one　of　her　classmates　to

say　something。　Mr。　Beckham；　their　teacher；　was　always　telling　them

to　keep　their　scenes　alive　with　dialogue　and　action；　and　Vanessa

was　deliberately　doing　just　the　opposite。

“So　there’s　no　dialogue？”　Mr。　Beckham　said　from　where　he　was

standing　in　the　back　of　the　classroom。　He　was　painfully　aware　that

no　one　else　in　the　class　was　listening　to　a　word　Vanessa　was　saying。

“You’re　going　to　hear　the　silence　of　the　buildings　and　the　bench　and

the　sidewalk；　and　see　the　streetlights　on　their　bodies。　Then　you’ll

see　their　hands　move　and　their　eyes　talking。　Then　you’ll　hear　them

speak；　but　not　much。　It’s　a　mood　piece；”　Vanessa　explained。

She　reached　for　the　slide　projector’s　remote　control　and　began

clicking　through　slides　of　the　black…and…white　pictures　she’d　taken

to　demonstrate　the　look　she　was　going　for　in　her　short　film。　A

wooden　park　bench。　A　slab　of　pavement。　A　manhole　cover。　A　pigeon

pecking　at　a　used　condom。　A　wad　of　gum　perched　on　the　edge　of　a

garbage　can。

“Ha！”　someone　exclaimed　from　the　back　of　the　room。　It　was　Blair

Waldorf；　laughing　out　loud　as　she　read　the　note　Rain　Hoffstetter　had

just　passed　her。

For　a　good　time　call　Serena　v。d。　Woodsen　Get　it　—VD？？

Vanessa　glared　at　Blair。　Film　was　Vanessa’s　favorite　class；　the　only

reason　she　came　to　school　at　all。　She　took　it　very　seriously；　while

most　of　the　other　girls；　like　Blair；　were　only　taking　Film　as　a　break

from　Advanced　Placement　hell—AP　Calculus；　AP　Bio；　AP　History；　AP

English　Literature；　AP　French。　They　were　on　the　straight　and　narrow

path　to　Yale　or　Harvard　or　Brown；　where　their　families　had　all　gone

for　generations。　Vanessa　wasn’t　like　them。　Her　parents　hadn’t　even