Great Gatsby Scene Rewrite (Gatsby's POV)

I’m rewriting the scene starting around page at 63 where Gatsby comes to Nick’s house to talk to take him to lunch in New York but from Gatsby’s point of view.

 

            Okay, I need to go and talk to Nick. I need to get him to talk to Jordan. Jordan will help him understand all of this. I’ll just go over there and ask him to lunch before he talks to Jordan, yes, that’s what I’ll do. God, he has to say yes. What if he’s loyal to Tom and tells him? Oh God, everything for from the past 5 years is riding on this.

            It’s nine. I hope it’s not too early, what if he decides he doesn’t want to go to lunch? I finally get up the nerve to drive my car the few yards to his house. I look at myself in the mirror.

            “Come on, Gatsby, pull it together.” I honk the horn and within a few seconds Nick pulls open the door, he seems very eager to see me, good thing too.

“Good morning, old sport. You’re having lunch with me today and I thought we’d ride up together.” I say with a cool voice, hiding my anxiety. Everything I want is riding on this singular man, whose eyes seem to be looking past me and at my car.

“It’s pretty, isn’t it, old sport! Haven’t you ever seen it before?” I say showing it off. I’ll admit I’m trying to impress him, but what else am I to do? He needs to say yes.

We head off together towards New York, the car ride is...uncomfortable to say the least. I don’t know what to say to a man who is so important to my fate.  He needs to know who I am, that I’m a good guy, he can’t go around believing all those silly rumors those people spread about me.

            “Look here, old sport, what’s your opinion of me anyhow?” and immediately I regret it, what kind of a question is that? I’m tempted to take it back and tell him he doesn’t need to answer, but part of me wants to know what he has to say. Oh, God he has to say something good. My life depends upon him and he doesn’t even know!