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？You don？t have to act。 You？re alreadyher。 That dress isyourdress。 That voice is yourvoice。 Own
it。？
？I think they？re waiting for you；？ Kristina reminded her。
Glancing at herself one last time in the bulb…lined vanity； Serena swallowed。 She was as ready as
she was going to get； but it was going to take a miracle to pull this off。
A miracle named Blair Waldorf。
She stepped out of her gleaming chrome Airstream trailer and onto the sidewalk。 St。 Marks Place
felt even more claus…trophobic than usual： it was crowded with an army of crew members and a
forest of incredibly hot lights。 Ken Mogul was slumped in his usual canvas director？s chair；
smoking a cigarette； since they were shooting in the open air and not the pristine environs of
Barneys； and fiddling with his new BlackBerry。
Blair waited between the two trailers with her loyal shadow/assistant Jasmine。 The younger girl
had a long Kelly green garment bag stamped with the ornate logo of the designer Bailey Winter
tossed over her shoulder； ready to protect Serena？s gown from the elements when the scene was
over。
It must be nice to have a sherpa。
？Serena on set！？ called the second assistant director； and Ken？s army of crew began to dash
around like ants。
As soon as he noticed his leading lady； Ken Mogul leapt out of his seat； almost colliding with a
four…eyed intern。 Behind the director； Serena could see the chiseled profile of Thaddeus Smith；
leaning against his own trailer？a vintage Airstream identical to hers； only painted baby
blue？chattering into a tiny black cell phone。
？Holly； love；？ cooed Ken； tucking his BlackBerry into the back pocket of his weirdly
inappropriate tuxedo pants。 ？You look ravishing。 The costume is absolutely flawless。？
Serena was wearing Bailey Winter？s night…blue velvet smock dress and the prettiest silver
bow…tie flats。 Of course her legs were long and perfect； not that she ever exercised。
Exercise？ How gauche。
？Thanks；？ Serena replied shakily。 She couldn？t wait get this over with。
？Good；？ Ken barked。 ？Let？s get some light in here！ This is the real thing； people！？
Serena strolled over to her mark on the set； just as she？d practiced walking yesterday。
？Let？s get light；？ called the assistant director。
The light changed： the rest of the room grew darker but the spot on Serena was intensely bright。
She didn？t even blink。 She looked up into the light and she couldn？t see anything but the light； and
couldn？t think about anything but standing there in the light。 She was Serena。 She was Holly。 She
didn？t know who she was anymore。 She justwas 。
Own it； she reminded herself。
？Whenever you？re ready； Holly；？ Ken called from some…where out in the darkness。
She was ready。
Taking a deep breath； she walked to the bottom step of the tenement？s stoop。 She didn？t hesitate；
she didn？t count her steps； she didn？t stumble or run。 Mounting the steps； she turned to face the
cameras； inhaling deeply。
？It？s a nice night；？ she sighed。 ？It？s always a nice night。？
She climbed to the top step and sat down。 She could see Ken Mogul watching her intently as he
puffed on a cigarette。 She could see Blair； standing very still and squinting critically。 She paused
and then； with a heartbreaking little tremor in her voice； she began to sing。
Moon River； wider than a mile 。 。 。
I？ll be crossing you in style； someday。
Dream maker； you heartbreaker 。 。 。
She sang through all the verses of the song； unacpanied。 The set was pletely quiet and
the light so strong she forgot for a moment who she really was； where she really was： for the
moment； shewas Holly； and she was singing her heart out。
She finished the song and a tiny tear rolled down her cheek。 She stared into the light； blinking
and half smiling。 She？d always been the center of attention； in fact； she was so used to it she
barely noticed anymore。 But this was the first time she？d ever felt like a star。
There was a long moment of plete and utter silence。 No one moved。 No one spoke。
？Holly；？ whispered Ken quietly； but everyone could hear him？it was that quiet。 ？That was
incredible。 Where thefuck have you been keeping that； sweetheart？？ He leapt out of his chair and
dashed onto the set to scoop her up in his arms。 Some of the crew actually started clapping。 Even
Blair。
？Ladies and gentlemen！？ Ken Mogul cried； holding Serena closely against his chest and spinning
her around in a circle。 ？A star is born！？
Ken smelled like sauerkraut and espresso。 It made her eyes tear。 But that was okay？she was
already crying。
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hey people！
So I happened to be walking by Barneys the other day （okay；I admit it： I？ve been keeping a vigil）
and guess what？ It wasopen。 That？s right： up and running； back to normal； and not amoment too
soon。 I scooped up some adorable Margiela drawstring pants that will do quite nicely poolside and
headedupstairs to Fred？s； which has been restored to its normal glory。 Iguess it？s true what I？ve
been hearing： filming on that movie haswrapped。 Wonder how our favorite leading lady did？
Reportsfrom the set have it that （surprise； surprise） she pulled throughquite nicely （that？s our girl！）；
nailing every take so precisely evenher famously sourpuss director couldn？t stop smiling and
declaring his love for her。 Take a number； buddy。 The even betternews is； as any Hollywood player
will tell you； that the end offilming means one thing： the wrap party。 I hear this one is goingto be a
plete old…school blowout； so cross your fingers andcheck with your doorman every hour on
the hour to see if theinvitation has arrived。 Mine； of course； arrived days ago。
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your e…mail
Q：
Dear GG；
I was picnicking on the Hudson last weekend and I swear Isaw a certain Hollywood stud
rollerblading shirtless by theriver。 I？d recognize that chiseled jaw and those even morechiseled abs
anywhere。 Could it really be？ Because here？sthe thing： he was wearing these teeny spandex shorts
thatshowed off his taut little butt and underneath his skatesI？m pretty sure I caught a glimpse of
some rainbow socks。 What gives？ Please don？t say what I think you？re going to say。
？ThadRulz
A：
Dear ThadRulz；
When did rollerblading bee so popular again？ Thatreally snuck up on me。 Anyway； all I？ll
say is this： straightboys are allowed to rollerblade too。 In fact； I can think ofone （definitely straight
arrow） who has recently discoveredhis love of the sport。 If you？re looking for evidence that
Tprefers the pany of gentlemen； some say he？s hadaffairs with everyone from a certain
director？s considerablyyounger wife to the director himself。 You can？t believeeverything you
read 。 。 。 unless you read it here！
？GG
Q：
Dear GG；
I？m in a rough spot。 I？ve got this totally adorable neighborwho I thought I really hit it off with。
All good； right？ Well； then her just…as…adorable roommate moved in； and I think I might have hit it
off even better with her。 What do you think？ Should I attempt the roommate s； or am I better
off dating outside my zip code？
？Indecision