The Music was loud. You could barely hear your own voice talking to your families Left Hand. People were dancing and the beer was flowing. There was so much excitement. People rushed all over greeting each other. Men and women from different parts of the country spoke to each other as if they were the best of friends. The finest coats worn by the most glamorous of women. The flashiest of coats owned by the handsomest of men. This was they type of party people wanted to be a part of. This was the part of the year. You couldn't help but catch familiar faces walk past you and familiar friends walk into you. You couldn't take more than a few steps without entering into another conversation. A giant man wearing the pinkest of coats walks up to you. 

You Got an invite bub?

He surely didnt know who you were and you of course had no clue who he was. He was sworn to protect this mansion with his life. He was one of the Great Bodyguards. You immediately place your hands in your pocket looking for your invitation and swiftly pull it out. The man notices the envelope before you open it. He grabs it from you and begins to stare at it.

How do you know Gatsby bub? No one knows Gatsby. No one gets an invite from him. 

Of course you were no one. Gatsby obviously knew this and this is why he had you invited to this grand party. This was a party like no one has ever seen before. Fireworks and music, Singing and drinking. There were dancers dancing and people swimming. How anyone was able to get a personal invitation to Gatsbys mansion was beyond his bodyguard and the slow realization that you were rare started to sink in. Something about you must have creeped deep down inside the mind of Gatsby to invite you. The two of you have never even met before. The two of you had no clue of the others existence. So why would he invite you. 

Excuse me Tom, but Gatsby has asked you to go and stand guard at the front door...mmm okay? Thank you Tom. 

A woman dismissed the guard of the mansion. He extended his hand to shake yours and walked along to the front entrance of the mansion. 

Get a wiggle on now Tom. You are taking to long. 

The lady dressed in blue smiled at you. She looked you up and down and stared at your personal invitation. She was about to walk away when you stopped her. 

Yes my name is Rose. No i have never even met Gatsby. No one has. I just saw you were in trouble so i told my dear friend Tom a little fib to get rid of him for you. Now if you would excuse me, that singer over there is staring right at me. I think i need to address him as well. 

So no one knows Gatsby. He owns this mansion and throws these suspicious parties where these big burly bodyguards stand to protect. He has live music and a giant pool and alcohol flooding the deck of the pool but he is no where to be found. Did he even exist? Was he a figment of everyone's imagination. No one quite knew but one thing was for sure. You were the only one that received a personal note from Gatsby. Something which has never been done before. You pull out the note to read it once more. 

Greetings, 

      My name Is Jay Gatsby and I would like to properly welcome you to my home this Friday night for a party. I hope to see you and anyone you wish to bring along with you here. 

J.Gatsby

There was really nothing that stood out to you from the letter. He properly welcomed you to his home this Friday night. Well maybe it was his birthday party...no that still wouldn't make sense why he invited you. The last line. Anyone you wish to bring a long. What could he have meant by that? Maybe he was hoping you had friends that he didn't know. Maybe he was just trying to make you feel at ease and bring some of your own friends. You place the letter back in your coat pocket and continue to roam around the party bumping into people everywhere. You had plenty of conversations you could easily attend too. It just all started with where you wished to go first. Maybe you would go speak with one of your own friends, go catch Tom the Bodyguard or Rose who was with the singer, who looked an awful like Dean Sinatra. The party was just getting started and you could tell because a giant banner fell over the mansion that said, "The Party is just getting Started."