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Daisy is an uptown girl living in a lonely world. She has money, but her husband doesn't care for her.
"The other girl, Daisy, made an attempt to rise- she leaned slightly forward with a conscientious expression- then she laughed, an absurd, charming little laugh, and I laughed too and came forward into the room.
"'I'm p-paralyzed with happiness'
"She laughed again, as if she said something very witty, and held my hand for a moment, looking up into my face, promising that there was no one in the world she so much wanted to see. That was a way she had. She hinted in a murmur that the surname of the balancing girl was Baker. (I've heard it said that Daisy's murmur was only to make people lean toward her; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less charming.)"

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I would give Myrtle a fancy watch to remind her when to go back to her husband.
“Then I heard footsteps on a stairs, and in a moment the thickish figure of a women blocked out the light from the office door. She was in the middle thirties, and faintly stout, but she carried her surplus flesh sensuously as some women can.”

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This gypsy basically, "... put my hands up, they're playing my song. The butterflies fly away".
"Suddenly one of the gypsies, in trembling opal, seizes a cocktail out of the air, dumps it down for courage and, moving her

hands like Frisco, dances out alone on the canvas platform. A

momentary hush; the orchestra leader varies his rhythm obligingly for her, and there is a burst of chatter as the erroneous news goes around that she is Gilda Gray’s understudy from the FOLLIES. The party has begun."

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Party In The USA - Miley Cyrus (Lyrics) 🎵

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I would give Gatsby a car freshener for his fancy car.
"I’d seen it. Everybody had seen it. It was a rich cream color,

bright with nickel, swollen here and there in its monstrous

length with triumphant hat-boxes and supper-boxes and tool-

boxes, and terraced with a labyrinth of wind-shields that

mirrored a dozen suns. Sitting down behind many layers of

glass in a sort of green leather conservatory, we started to

town."

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I would give Daisy a handkerchief to help her clean her tears from crying over shirts.
"He took out a pile of shirts and began throwing them, one by

one, before us, shirts of sheer linen and thick silk and fine flannel, which lost their folds as they fell and covered the table in

many-colored disarray. While we admired he brought more and the soft rich heap mounted higher — shirts with stripes and

scrolls and plaids in coral and apple-green and lavender and faint orange, and monograms of Indian blue. Suddenly, with a strained sound, Daisy bent her head into the shirts and began to cry stormily."

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Gatsby is down bad for Daisy. He thinks that everything can go back to how they were 5 years ago. Gatsby thinks. he is entitled to Daisy because they were a thing before Tim, like the lyric, "That was our place, I found it first. I made the jokes you tell to her when she's with you. Do you get déjà vu when she's with you? Do you get déjà vu? (Ah), hmm. Do you get déjà vu, huh?"

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Olivia Rodrigo - deja vu (Clean - Lyrics)

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I want to give everyone of the characters in chapter 7 a personal fan.
"The next day was broiling, almost the last, certainly the

warmest, of the summer. As my train emerged from the tunnel

into sunlight, only the hot whistles of the National Biscuit Company broke the simmering hush at noon."

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Gatsby thinks that Daisy is a "beautiful girl", and he doesn't think it's going to work "... that's why it'll never work."
"“I can’t describe to you how surprised I was to find out I

loved her, old sport. I even hoped for a while that she’d throw me over, but she didn’t, because she was in love with me too. She thought I knew a lot because I knew different things from her... . Well, there I was, ‘way off my ambitions, getting deeper in love every minute, and all of a sudden I didn’t care. What was the use of doing great things if I could have a better time telling her what I was going to do?” On the last afternoon before he went abroad, he sat with Daisy in his arms for a long, silent time. It was a cold fall day, with fire in the room and her cheeks flushed. Now and then she moved and he changed his arm a little, and once he kissed her dark shining hair. The afternoon had made them tranquil for a while, as if to give them a deep memory for the long parting the next day promised. They had never been closer in their month of love, nor communicated more profoundly one with another, than when she brushed silent lips against his coat’s shoulder or when he touched the end of her fingers, gently, as though she were asleep." (pg 115 (kami))

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BEAUTIFUL GIRLS - SEAN KINGSTON (Lyrics)

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I want to give Nick an umbrella; he is standing in the rain at Gatsby's funeral.
"As we started through the gate into

the cemetery I heard a car stop and then the sound of someone splashing after us over the soggy ground. I looked around. It

was the man with owl-eyed glasses whom I had found marvelling over Gatsby’s books in the library one night three months

before. I’d never seen him since then. I don’t know how he knew about the funeral, or even his name. The rain poured down his thick glasses, and he took them off and wiped them to see the protecting canvas unrolled from Gatsby’s grave." (pg 133 (kami))