Great Gatsby
*Disclaimer* I do not own any part of this! All rights
go to the creator of the book F. Scott Fitzgerald and the
director of the movie Baz Luhrmann
Chapter 1
It was in the year 1922 that life changed for me. Prohibition was no longer enforced and all of the wealthy people you could think of were drinking like there was no tomorrow. But me, I'm just doing what I always do.
"Juliette. Juliette. There you are don't forget to polish my clubs before you go." said the woman.
Jordan Baker. The national golfer, being her maid wasn't as bad as you may think. At least when she's happy because she's winning.
"Now when your done I want you to come with me tonight." Jordan said.
"Tonight? Where are we going?" I asked.
"To a party silly. Now I want you to get all dolled up. And cut this hair of yours." She said messing with my hair.
"Sorry but I can't do that Ms. Baker." I said.
"Oh? And why not?" She asked.
"Because no one in my family is rich, yet they like to act like it. I'm not going to pretend to be something I'm not. And besides long hair isn't so bad." I said.
"Very well then. You're still so young you'll change it soon enough. You're not even a day over 20 yet." She said taking off her earrings.
"Well Ms. Baker it is actually my 21st birthday today." I said.
"21st?!" She said surprised. "That gives you all the more reason to come to this party with me. At Gatsby's party you'll really learn to celebrate. Now come the party will start in 3 hours and I still need to find you a dress." She said pulling towards the door.
I still went along with her because like I said my family's poor and it's not everyday somebody offers to buy you a new dress. Although I had no idea who he was a party at Gatsby's sounded like it could be fun.
An hour before the party started I was putting on my brand new dress. It was the most beautiful dress I had ever even seen. The dress was a vintage high neck mermaid appliques lace-up that seemed to flashy for just a regular party.
"Ah yes look at you. You are stunning. Now let's fix that hair of yours up into a bun. Unless you want to cut it?" She said holding up scissors.
I shook my head.
"Well alright. Don't blame me if it starts to get into your face. Speaking of which your complexion is so fair you're going to need a little more makeup." She said applying blush to my face. Doesn't she mean I won't need any makeup?
Driving through the night was a pleasant experience. Though something was off.
"Excuse me Ms. Baker?" I called her.
"Juliette please. No need for such formality. Call me Jordan. We aren't at my estate." She said.
"Um ok. Jordan, are you sure it's ok for me to come uninvited?" I asked.
"Silly girl. No one comes invited. Its for everyone who wants to have a nice night." She said.
Going to a party uninvited? That sounds plain rude. We stopped at an enormous mansion. I was living in East Egg because Jordan offered me a job. I had a house in West Egg, but I never usually went there. I had only been living in West Egg for a short time but I've never seen a mansion this big. Stepping out of the car I saw many people left and right drinking, dancing, and singing.
"Enjoy your birthday!" Jordan yelled running off inside.
Walking in after her the inside of the mansion was much more glamorous. The flashing lights and loud music made you feel as if you were in a fairy tale.
"Wine?" Said a waiter.
Taking the glass I kept on walking through the mansion. Normally I wouldn't drink but Jordan did say I could spend my birthday anyway I want. Going to a party like this is much better than singing at a speakeasy. I drank down my glass of wine and grabbed another one of what I thought was wine.
The party began to heat up as more people began to show up. I bumped into a young man.
"Oh I'm very sorry." I said.
"I should be more careful. There's so many people here." The man said.
"I'm Juliette Quinn." I said introducing myself.
"Nick Carraway." He said shaking my hand.
"Have you ever been to one of Gatsby's parties before?" He asked.
"I'm sorry I haven't. I haven't even heard of Gatsby before." I said.
"Well you'll love to meet him. He's so hard to find in this crowd. I'll find him and introduce you. Excuse me." He said leaving.
I drank my glass of supposed wine. After drinking it I started to feel tipsy. What I thought was wine was actually champaign. I began to wobble and lost my footing. I expected to hit the ground and get trampled but I was caught. Looking up I saw a young and attractive man.
"Oh I'm sorry!" I said trying to get up.
"It's quite alright. Are you ok?" He asked helping me up.
"I'm ok." I said. The man had dirty blonde hair, a black suit with a bow tie. He had light blue eyes the same as mine.
"Well we may as well dance since we ran into each other." He suggested.
"Oh um ok." I said.
Taking my hand we both began to dance through the crowd. It was as if we were dancing through everyone. Somehow people were unawarely moving out of the way.
"I've never seen you around here before." He said.
"I've just moved to West Egg. I work part time as a maid for Jordan Baker. She invited me to come with her to this party to celebrate my 21st birthday." I said.
"Well we'll have to celebrate it properly then." He said.
"Tomorrow we'll go for lunch and then I'll take you out for an amazing birthday." He said.
Before I could even ask him his name we stopped dancing and he pulled away from me. Walking up the stairs a butler told him something and then he disappeared in the crowd.
I stood there astonished. Just then Nick walked up to me. He seemed to be a bit drunk.
"I see you met Gatsby. How was your dance with him?" He asked.
"It was….magnificent. That was Gatsby." I said.