青帝小说

第27部分（第2页）

？I　heard　they　were　husband　and　wife。？

？I　heard　they？re　fraternal　twins；　separated　at　birth；？　remarked　someone　else。

Vanessa　slipped　into　the　back　of　the　club　unnoticed。　？What　kind　of　name　is　Mystery　Craze？？　she

wondered　as　she　put　her　camera　to　her　eye　and　zoomed　in　on　the　stage。

Dan？s　entire　body　was　covered　in　a　cold；　freaked…out　sweat。　Everything　was　happening　so　fast。

He　hadn？t　even　had　a　chance　to　contemplate　how　he？d　gone　from　writing　strange；　morose　poetry

in　notebooks　no　one　ever　read　to　performing　onstage　with　an　almost…famous　girl　in　a　cool　club；

wearing　a　fancy　designer　suit。　But　there　was　no　time　to　doubt　himself。　He？d　acted　in　plays；

performed　in　Vanessa？s　movies。　He　was　the　new　Rilke。　He　peeled　off　his　jacket；　and　rolled　up　his

sleeves。　He　could　do　this。

Mystery　was　already　waiting　for　him　onstage；　her　bony　fingers　clenching　the　microphone　in

white…knuckled　anticipation。　Dan　could　see　now　that　there　were　two　mikes；　one　for　him　and　one

for　her。

？What？s　your　favorite　noun？？　Mystery　asked　the　audience　in　her　low；　husky　voice。

？Pie！？　an　obviously　shitfaced　ponytailed　guy　in　the　front　row　shouted　back。

？You？re　the　antithesis　of　pie；？　Mystery　hissed　at　Dan　as　he　took　the　stage。　？I　want　to　eat　you

alive。？

Dan　cleared　his　throat　and　reached　for　the　microphone　stand　to　steady　himself。　？What？s　your

favorite　verb？？　he　asked　in　response；　surprised　by　how　sure　of　himself　he　sounded。

？Sex；？　Mystery　answered　coolly。　She　dropped　to　her　hands　and　knees；　slithering　toward　him　with

the　microphone　between　her　teeth。　？Sex；？　she　repeated；　crawling　between　his　legs　and　clawing　her

way　up　his　body　until　their　faces　were　only　a　centimeter　apart。　The　yellow　dress　made　her　teeth

look　even　yellower。

The　camera　wobbled　in　Vanessa？s　hands。　Sothis　was　why　she　hadn？t　heard　a　peep　out　of　Dan

lately；　not　even　to　work　onMaking　Poetry　。　Dan　had　been　making　poetry　with　Mystery　Craze。　And

as　much　as　it　hurt　to　watch　the　boy　she？d　been　in　love　with　for　almost　three　years　fall　under　the

spell　of　a　girl　whose　real　name　was　probably　something　totally　boring　and　unpoetic　like　Jane

James；　Vanessa　couldn？t　bring　herself　to　stop　filming。　Something　was　happening　to　Dan　that　she

had　to　get　on　film。　He　seemed　to　be　discovering　himself；　right　before　her　eyes。

？Feed　me；？　Dan　growled　into　the　mike　as　Mystery　writhed　beneath　him。　？Bare　your　naked　body

on　my　plate。？

The　crowded　whooped　and　shrieked　in　delight。　Dan　couldn？t　believe　what　a　total　blast　he　was

having。　He　was　a　rock？n？roll　poet；　a　sex　god！　Forget　Rilke；　he　was　Jim　Morrison！　He　dragged

Mystery　off　the　floor　and　dove　at　her　mouth　in　a　hard　and　hungry　rock…god　kiss。

Vanessa　kept　filming；　hot　tears　streaming　down　her　pale　cheeks。　She　couldn？t　stop；　and　she

wasn？t　doing　it　to　torture　herself。　She　was　doing　it　for　the　sake　of　her　art。

Onstage；　Dan　unbuttoned　his　shirt　and　Mystery　licked　his　chest。