Gatsby shook his head at Jackson's initial question about the song, slowly because he had to think for a second. But no, he hadn't. But he could agree with the second thing Jack said, about artists documenting things.
And he knew the answer to the final question. "Not... particularly." That wasn't totally true. "I mean, I always knew I wanted to do something. Perform something, in a way. I was such a strange child. Always hamming it up." He paused for a second, grinning, because it was so obvious he was one of those kids. "But it wasn't until I was in middle school that I knew I really wanted to do art. Went to the Warhol, never looked back."
He took a bite of his Whopper, observing Jack for a moment before wiping his mouth with his napkin, nodding toward the other boy. "And you? Always wanted to be a rock star?"