Novels by Cecily von Ziegesar: Gossip Girl You Know You ... - Weebly
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the invitations, but she was going to the party; that was all that<br />
mattered.<br />
Just wait until she told Dan. He was going to freak. And she was<br />
going to make him come with her to the party, whether he liked it<br />
or not.<br />
Two martinis and three rolls of Remi brothers’ film later, Serena<br />
jumped out of a cab in front of Constance and ran up the stairs to<br />
the auditorium, where the interschool play rehearsal had already<br />
begun. As always, she was half an hour late.<br />
The sound of a Talking Heads song being played jauntily on the<br />
piano drifted down the hallway. Serena pushed open the auditorium<br />
door to find her old friend, Ralph Bottoms III, singing Burning Down<br />
the South, to the tune of Burning Down the House, with a<br />
completely straight face. He was dressed as Rhett Butler, complete<br />
with fake mustache and brass buttons. Ralph had gained weight in<br />
the last two years, and his face was ruddy, as if he’d been eating<br />
too much rare steak. He was holding hands with a stocky girl with<br />
curly brown hair and a heart-shaped face—Scarlett O’Hara. She was<br />
singing too, belting out the words in a thick Brooklyn accent.<br />
Serena leaned against the wall to watch, with a mixture of horror<br />
and fascination. The scene at the art gallery hadn’t fazed her, but<br />
this—this was scary.<br />
When the song ended, the rest of the Interschool Drama Club<br />
clapped and cheered, and then the drama teacher, an aged English<br />
woman, began to direct the next scene.<br />
“Put your hands on your hips, Scarlett,” she instructed. “Show me,<br />
show me. That’s it. Imagine you’re the teen sensation of the Civil<br />
War South. <strong>You</strong>’re breaking all the rules!”<br />
Serena turned to gaze out the window and saw three girls get out of<br />
a cab together on the corner of Ninety-third and Madison. She<br />
squinted, recognizing Blair, Kati, and Isabel. Serena hugged herself,<br />
warding off the strange feeling that had been stalking her since<br />
she’d come back to the city. For the first time in her entire life, she<br />
felt left out.<br />
Without a word to anyone in the drama club—Hello? Good<strong>by</strong>e!—<br />
Serena slipped out of the auditorium and into the hallway outside.<br />
The wall was littered with flyers and notices and she stopped to<br />
read them. One of the flyers was for Vanessa Abrams’s film tryout.<br />
<strong>Know</strong>ing Vanessa, the film was going to be very serious and<br />
obscure, but it was better than shouting goofy songs and doing the<br />
Hokey-Pokey with fat, red-faced Ralph Bottoms III. Vanessa’s tryout<br />
had started an hour ago, on a bench in Madison Square Park, but<br />
maybe it was still going on. Once again, Serena found herself