“ I have an idea that Gatsby himself didn’t believe it would come, and perhaps he no longer scared. If that was true that he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream. he must have looked up at the unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. A new world, material without being reran, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about….like that ashen, fantastic figure gliding toward him through the amorphous trees.”
“Who wants to go to town?” demanded Daisy insistently. Gatsby’s eyes floated toward her. “Ah,” Daisy cried, “you look so cool.” Their eyes met, and they stared together at each other, alone in space. With an effort she glanced down at the table.“You always look so cool,” she repeated. She had told him that she loved him, and Tom Buchanan saw. He was astounded.
(Currently, I’m kind of obsessed with The Great Gatsby now since I read it my English class, LOVED IT! I also loved both the 1974 version and 2013 version, and the soundtrack is really good too. Anyway, I’m kind of surprised that there isn’t some sort of musical adaption to this amazing book, so being the musical theatre nerd that I am, I decided to do some dreamcasting)
Jeremy Jordan as Nick Carraway
Aaron Tveit as Jay Gatsby (I feel like he could pull off any role that Leonardo DiCaprio has ever played)
Laura Osnes as Daisy Buchanan (Come on she would perfect for this role and I kinda wanna hear her pull off Daisy’s “charming voice.”)
He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips’ touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.
His heart beat faster and faster as Daisy’s white face came up to his own. He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips’ touch she blossomed like a flower and the incarnation was complete.