Chapter 2 Chapter two
I was born in Chicago, on a dining table I made myself—at least my mother, Natalie, insists.Natalie is my North Star, my Comforter, my Patronus.I was her first child and she was in awe of the arrival of the new life, an emotion that stayed with her.She had to use a dictionary when she told people about me: I was brilliant, I was brilliant, I was beautiful, I was witty—I wasn't even half a year old at the time.
I never cared about my parents being called "Mom" and "Dad".They prefer me to call them "Natalie" and "Otto", maybe because it makes them feel younger.
Nathalie Markus was born in nearby Slavitga, Russia, during the reign of the Tsars.At the age of ten, her mother Anna brought her to the United States to escape the anti-Semitic campaign in Russia. Natalie was a great beauty, five feet five feet tall, with soft brown hair, intelligent gray eyes, and fine features.She is full of romantic feelings, has a rich spiritual world, and although she has no formal education, she has mastered the reading skills through self-study.She loves classical music and books, and her dream is to marry a prince and travel the world together. Her prince was Otto Schechter, a Chicago street punk who had been expelled from school in sixth grade.Otto is handsome and attractive, and it's easy to see why Natalie is drawn to him.Both of them are dreamers, but their dreams don't align.Natalie's dream is a romantic world: living in a castle in Spain, roaming Venice by gondola under the melting moonlight.And Otto's dreams are full of unrealistic outbreak plans.It has been said that all you need to be a writer are paper, pen, and a chaotic family, and that is the family that raised me. Now I'm proud to introduce the Marcus family: two brothers, Sam and Al; and three sisters, Pauline, Natalie and Fran. Corresponding to this is the Shechter family, with five sisters and two brothers: Harry and Otto, and Rose, Beth, Emma, Mildred and Tilly.The Shechtel family are outgoing and informal, and are very popular with the neighbors.The Marcus family is reserved and reserved.The two families were not only different, they had nothing in common at all.However, fate still decided to take them for fun. Harry Shechter Marries Pauline Marcus, Otto Shechter Marries Nathalie Marcus, Tilly Shechter Marries Al Marcus If And if that's not enough, I'll tell you that Sam Marcus married Pauline's best boudoir friend.Such a marriage relationship is really messy. Otto's older brother Harry was the most likable of the Shechters.He was five feet ten inches tall, strong and powerful, with a dignified bearing.If our family were the Italian Mafia, he would be the family adviser.Otto and others went to him for advice.Harry and Pauline have four sons - Seymour, Eddie, Howard and Steve.Seymour always looks like a young man, but in fact he is only half a year older than me. In the Marcus family, Al is the most attractive.He is good-looking, humorous, and life-conscious, and his favorite thing to do is to gamble and flirt with people.Sam Marcus is a serious and seasoned politician who is not used to the Shechter family's way of life.Sam runs a locker room business in various hotels in Chicago. When we get together, my uncles, uncles, and uncles will often gather in a corner and talk about a mysterious thing called sex.Such a conversation seems to be very exciting.I secretly pray that these conversations will continue until the day I grow up.
Otto was born to be a spendthrift, and whether he had money or not, he wanted to enjoy the feeling of spending money like water.He often invites a dozen guests to expensive restaurants for dinner, and then borrows money from a certain guest when he pays the bill. Natalie couldn't stand borrowing money or being in debt.She is a person with a strong sense of responsibility.As I got older, I began to realize that they were completely incompatible.My mother suffered deeply because she was married to someone she could not respect and who would never understand her inner world.For my father's part, he married a fairy-tale princess, only to find himself in endless chaos once the honeymoon was over. They quarreled endlessly, not in the usual way, but in hateful and bitter quarrels.They find a weakness in each other: they attack it with all their might.Later they quarreled so fiercely that I had to flee in a hurry and hid in the public library, hiding in the quiet and peaceful world. When I came home from school one day, I found Otto and Nathalie arguing, both of them swearing.I felt I couldn't take it any longer and I had to seek help, so I went to Aunt Pauline, Natalie's sister.My aunt is short and fat, gentle and amiable, practical and wise. When I arrived, Pauline took one look at me and said, "What's the matter?" I said tearfully, "It's with Otto. They've been arguing all day long. I don't know what to do." Pauline frowned. "Are they arguing in front of you?" I nodded. "Well, I'll tell you what to do. They all love you, Sidney, and they don't want to hurt you, so the next time they start a fight, you go up to them and say, You don't Hope they fight again in front of you. Can you do that?" I nodded, "Yes." Aunt Pauline's advice worked very well. When Natalie and Otto were having a "howling contest," I walked up to them and said, "Don't do this to me. Please, don't fight in front of me." After hearing what I said, both of them were filled with remorse and shame.Natalie said, "Sure, you're right, baby. Not anymore." Otto said, "I'm sorry, Sidney. We have no right to impose our problems on you." Since then, the quarrel has not ended, but at least, the sound of the quarrel is carried through the bedroom wall.
We were constantly moving from city to city because Otto kept changing jobs.If someone asked me what kind of work my father did, my answer would be different depending on the city we were in at the time.When we were in Texas, he worked in a jewelry store, in Chicago a clothing store, and in Arizona a silver mine that had been hollowed out.While in Los Angeles, his job was selling siding. Twice a year, Otto would take me shopping for clothes. The "clothing store" is a truck parked in an alley, full of all kinds of beautiful clothes.The clothes were new, the tags were still there, and they were cheap as hell. In 1925 my brother Richard was born.I was eight years old and my family lived in Gary, Indiana.I remember how excited I was that I had a brother, an ally against the forces of darkness.It was one of the most exciting things in my life.I have big plans for the two of us, and I'm full of anticipation: when he's older, we'll be able to do a lot of things together.I pushed him all over Gary while he was growing up. During the Great Depression, our family's financial situation was akin to something out of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.Otto was out running his imaginary mega-business, and Natalie and Richard and I lived in a spooky, cramped apartment.Then Otto would show up out of the blue and announce that he had just made a great deal, bringing in a thousand dollars a week.Before we figured out what was going on, we drifted off to another city and settled into a fancy penthouse.Everything is like a dream. It all turned out to be a dream, because in a few months, Otto's business would fail again, and we would have to move to the next city, back to the small apartment. I feel like a displaced refugee.If our family had a coat of arms it would be a picture of a moving truck.Before the age of seventeen, I lived in eight cities and attended eight elementary schools and three middle schools.I was always the new kid on the block—an outsider. Otto is a great salesman. On the first day I report to a new school in a new city, he will take me to meet the principal, and almost every time he can convince the other party to let me move up a grade.In this way, I was always the youngest kid in the class, which added another obstacle to making friends.I also became more and more shy because of this, pretending that I am a person who likes to be alone.This kind of life is really frustrating.Every time I'm about to make friends with someone, it's time to say goodbye. Natalie bought me a small used upright piano, I don't know where she got the money for.She also insisted that I take piano lessons. Otto asked: "Why should he play the piano?" Natalie said, "Just watch, Sidney has musician's hands." I loved taking piano lessons, but it stopped after a few months because we had to move to Detroit.
Otto's favorite thing to show off was that he had never read a book in its entirety in his life.My love of reading was instilled in me by Natalie.I liked to sit at home and read the books I had borrowed from the public library, which worried Otto because he thought I should be playing baseball in the street. He'd always say, "You'll spoil your eyes like that. Why can't you be like Cousin Seymour? He's playing football with other boys." Uncle Harry went even further.I heard him say to my father once, "Sidney reads too much and it doesn't do much good." When I was ten, I started trying to write something myself, and things got worse.At that time, a children's magazine called "Precocious Wisdom" held a poetry competition. I wrote a poem and asked Otto to send it for me to participate in the competition. Otto was already very nervous about my writing, and he was even more nervous when he saw that I was also writing poetry.I found out later that he was afraid that my submission would be rejected by the journal and he would lose face, so he removed my name and replaced it with my uncle Al's name before sending it out. Two weeks later, Otto had lunch with Al. "Otto, what the hell. What's the matter with that Precocious magazine sending me a check for five dollars?" So, my first professional-level work was published under the name of Al Marcus.
One day, my mother rushed into the house out of breath, hugged me and cheered, "Sidney, I just got back from Biy Fankert's. She said you will be famous all over the world." Yes! It's amazing, isn't it?" Biyi Fanket's psychic ability is well known, and many acquaintances have confirmed this. But in my opinion, the most amazing thing is that my mother believed her word.
When you think of Chicago in the 1920s and 1930s, you think of noisy subway trains, ice wagons, crowded beaches, strip clubs, the smell of livestock yards, and Valentine's Day murders-seven thugs in Standing in a line against the wall in the garage, they were then swept down by machine guns. Schooling back then was exactly like the city itself—crass and violent, not "show and tell" but "beat and intimidate."It is not the students who throw things and hit things, but the teachers.When I was in third grade, one morning, a student annoyed the teacher by talking, so she grabbed a thick glass ink bottle--there is one on every desk--across the class. Just throw it over.If the bottle hit that classmate's head, he would surely die.I was too scared to go back to school that afternoon. My favorite thing to do in school is English class.One of the tasks in class was to take turns reading aloud short stories from a book called The Elgin Readers, which contained works by Poe, O. Henry, and Tarkington.My dream at the time was that one day the teacher would say, "Turn the book to page 20." And the story on that page was written by me.Where this dream came from, I do not know.Maybe it was passed down to me by an ancestor a long time ago.
The tenth floor of the King Hotel belongs to our block.Whenever I get the chance, I take Richard to play in the pool.He is five years old now. That day, I let Richard play in the shallow water while I swam to the deep end.Richard crawled out of the pool to find me while I was chatting with someone.As he got to the deep end, he slipped and fell into the pool.I witnessed the whole process, so I quickly plunged down and dragged him out. Farewell, Al Pool.
When I was twelve years old, I was in seventh grade at Marshall Ranch Elementary School in Chicago.In an English class, the teacher asked us to write something according to our own ideas.I decided to write a screenplay about a detective investigating a murder.After finishing writing, I handed over the script to the teacher.After she read the script, she called me to her desk and said, "Sidney, I think you wrote it really well. Would you like to put it on stage?" do i want to "Of course, sir." "Let me arrange it for you. It will be performed in the main auditorium of the school." Suddenly, I remembered Bee Fankert's prophecy, which had excited Natalie.Sidney will be famous all over the world in the future. I was also excited inside.This is where I started.When the students in the class heard the news, they all wanted to participate in the performance.I decided that in addition to producing and directing, I also want to be a starring role.Of course I have never been a director, but I know exactly what I want. I started picking roles.The teacher allowed me to rehearse in the main hall after school, and soon my play was the talk of the school.All the props I asked for were in place: armchairs, chairs, tables, a telephone... It was one of the happiest times of my life.I am quite sure that this is the beginning of my brilliant career.I can write a successful script at this age, and my future is boundless.My play will be on Broadway and my name will shine in the spotlight. I had one last rehearsal with the students I had picked out, and it was impeccable. I went to my teacher, "I'm ready. When do you want us to play?" She gave me a big smile: "How about tomorrow?" I couldn't sleep that night and felt that all my future hopes were in this scene.I lay in bed and went through the entire scene in my head, scene by scene, to see if there were any gaps.Can't find any flaws: the dialogue is brilliant, the plot moves quickly, and there is an unexpected twist at the end that is sure to win over everyone. The next morning, I came to school.The teacher gave me a surprise. "I made arrangements to suspend English classes in the whole school, so that everyone can go to the auditorium to watch your performance." I find it unbelievable.This was a success that far exceeded my expectations. At ten o'clock in the morning, the auditorium was packed to the brim.In addition to all the students in the English class, the principal and teachers also came after hearing that my play was going to be staged. Everyone was eager to see the masterpiece of this talented boy. It's all exciting, but I'm very calm, very peaceful.It seems to be the most natural thing to have such an encounter at such a young age.You will be famous all over the world. It's show time.The voices of everyone's conversations gradually quieted down, and the entire auditorium became silent.The stage set is a simple living room, a boy and a girl play a couple whose friend has been murdered.They are now sitting side by side on the couch. I played the detective investigating the murder.I was standing on the wings of the stage waiting to go on stage.My entry prompt should have been this: The boy on stage looked at his watch and said, "The detective should be here soon." But he didn't say "soon."At first he wanted to say "at any time", but when he realized his mistake, he wanted to change the word "when" back to "immediately", and finally said: "The detective will be here soon." Although he changed his words very quickly , but in the end it was still wrong.Immediately?That's the funniest word I've ever heard.It was so funny, I couldn't help but laugh out loud, and couldn't stop laughing.The more I thought about it, the louder I laughed. The boys and girls on stage stared at the wings, waiting for me to enter.But I couldn't move because I was laughing so hard.I couldn't help it, because I was completely overwhelmed by my own maniac laughter and became more and more hysterical. The show hasn't even started yet, so I'm stuck here.After what seemed to be an infinite time, I heard the teacher's voice from the auditorium: "Sidney, come out." I forced myself to come out of my hiding place and staggered to the center of the stage.My teacher stood in the middle of the auditorium and ordered to me who was laughing wildly: "Stop." But how can I stop?Immediately?Ha ha. The audience got up one after another and walked out of the auditorium slowly.I watched them go, and I had to pretend that I was laughing because I wanted to, that what had just happened didn't matter, that I wasn't thinking of dying.
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Nathalie Markus was born in nearby Slavitga, Russia, during the reign of the Tsars.At the age of ten, her mother Anna brought her to the United States to escape the anti-Semitic campaign in Russia. Natalie was a great beauty, five feet five feet tall, with soft brown hair, intelligent gray eyes, and fine features.She is full of romantic feelings, has a rich spiritual world, and although she has no formal education, she has mastered the reading skills through self-study.She loves classical music and books, and her dream is to marry a prince and travel the world together. Her prince was Otto Schechter, a Chicago street punk who had been expelled from school in sixth grade.Otto is handsome and attractive, and it's easy to see why Natalie is drawn to him.Both of them are dreamers, but their dreams don't align.Natalie's dream is a romantic world: living in a castle in Spain, roaming Venice by gondola under the melting moonlight.And Otto's dreams are full of unrealistic outbreak plans.It has been said that all you need to be a writer are paper, pen, and a chaotic family, and that is the family that raised me. Now I'm proud to introduce the Marcus family: two brothers, Sam and Al; and three sisters, Pauline, Natalie and Fran. Corresponding to this is the Shechter family, with five sisters and two brothers: Harry and Otto, and Rose, Beth, Emma, Mildred and Tilly.The Shechtel family are outgoing and informal, and are very popular with the neighbors.The Marcus family is reserved and reserved.The two families were not only different, they had nothing in common at all.However, fate still decided to take them for fun. Harry Shechter Marries Pauline Marcus, Otto Shechter Marries Nathalie Marcus, Tilly Shechter Marries Al Marcus If And if that's not enough, I'll tell you that Sam Marcus married Pauline's best boudoir friend.Such a marriage relationship is really messy. Otto's older brother Harry was the most likable of the Shechters.He was five feet ten inches tall, strong and powerful, with a dignified bearing.If our family were the Italian Mafia, he would be the family adviser.Otto and others went to him for advice.Harry and Pauline have four sons - Seymour, Eddie, Howard and Steve.Seymour always looks like a young man, but in fact he is only half a year older than me. In the Marcus family, Al is the most attractive.He is good-looking, humorous, and life-conscious, and his favorite thing to do is to gamble and flirt with people.Sam Marcus is a serious and seasoned politician who is not used to the Shechter family's way of life.Sam runs a locker room business in various hotels in Chicago. When we get together, my uncles, uncles, and uncles will often gather in a corner and talk about a mysterious thing called sex.Such a conversation seems to be very exciting.I secretly pray that these conversations will continue until the day I grow up.
Otto was born to be a spendthrift, and whether he had money or not, he wanted to enjoy the feeling of spending money like water.He often invites a dozen guests to expensive restaurants for dinner, and then borrows money from a certain guest when he pays the bill. Natalie couldn't stand borrowing money or being in debt.She is a person with a strong sense of responsibility.As I got older, I began to realize that they were completely incompatible.My mother suffered deeply because she was married to someone she could not respect and who would never understand her inner world.For my father's part, he married a fairy-tale princess, only to find himself in endless chaos once the honeymoon was over. They quarreled endlessly, not in the usual way, but in hateful and bitter quarrels.They find a weakness in each other: they attack it with all their might.Later they quarreled so fiercely that I had to flee in a hurry and hid in the public library, hiding in the quiet and peaceful world. When I came home from school one day, I found Otto and Nathalie arguing, both of them swearing.I felt I couldn't take it any longer and I had to seek help, so I went to Aunt Pauline, Natalie's sister.My aunt is short and fat, gentle and amiable, practical and wise. When I arrived, Pauline took one look at me and said, "What's the matter?" I said tearfully, "It's with Otto. They've been arguing all day long. I don't know what to do." Pauline frowned. "Are they arguing in front of you?" I nodded. "Well, I'll tell you what to do. They all love you, Sidney, and they don't want to hurt you, so the next time they start a fight, you go up to them and say, You don't Hope they fight again in front of you. Can you do that?" I nodded, "Yes." Aunt Pauline's advice worked very well. When Natalie and Otto were having a "howling contest," I walked up to them and said, "Don't do this to me. Please, don't fight in front of me." After hearing what I said, both of them were filled with remorse and shame.Natalie said, "Sure, you're right, baby. Not anymore." Otto said, "I'm sorry, Sidney. We have no right to impose our problems on you." Since then, the quarrel has not ended, but at least, the sound of the quarrel is carried through the bedroom wall.
We were constantly moving from city to city because Otto kept changing jobs.If someone asked me what kind of work my father did, my answer would be different depending on the city we were in at the time.When we were in Texas, he worked in a jewelry store, in Chicago a clothing store, and in Arizona a silver mine that had been hollowed out.While in Los Angeles, his job was selling siding. Twice a year, Otto would take me shopping for clothes. The "clothing store" is a truck parked in an alley, full of all kinds of beautiful clothes.The clothes were new, the tags were still there, and they were cheap as hell. In 1925 my brother Richard was born.I was eight years old and my family lived in Gary, Indiana.I remember how excited I was that I had a brother, an ally against the forces of darkness.It was one of the most exciting things in my life.I have big plans for the two of us, and I'm full of anticipation: when he's older, we'll be able to do a lot of things together.I pushed him all over Gary while he was growing up. During the Great Depression, our family's financial situation was akin to something out of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.Otto was out running his imaginary mega-business, and Natalie and Richard and I lived in a spooky, cramped apartment.Then Otto would show up out of the blue and announce that he had just made a great deal, bringing in a thousand dollars a week.Before we figured out what was going on, we drifted off to another city and settled into a fancy penthouse.Everything is like a dream. It all turned out to be a dream, because in a few months, Otto's business would fail again, and we would have to move to the next city, back to the small apartment. I feel like a displaced refugee.If our family had a coat of arms it would be a picture of a moving truck.Before the age of seventeen, I lived in eight cities and attended eight elementary schools and three middle schools.I was always the new kid on the block—an outsider. Otto is a great salesman. On the first day I report to a new school in a new city, he will take me to meet the principal, and almost every time he can convince the other party to let me move up a grade.In this way, I was always the youngest kid in the class, which added another obstacle to making friends.I also became more and more shy because of this, pretending that I am a person who likes to be alone.This kind of life is really frustrating.Every time I'm about to make friends with someone, it's time to say goodbye. Natalie bought me a small used upright piano, I don't know where she got the money for.She also insisted that I take piano lessons. Otto asked: "Why should he play the piano?" Natalie said, "Just watch, Sidney has musician's hands." I loved taking piano lessons, but it stopped after a few months because we had to move to Detroit.
Otto's favorite thing to show off was that he had never read a book in its entirety in his life.My love of reading was instilled in me by Natalie.I liked to sit at home and read the books I had borrowed from the public library, which worried Otto because he thought I should be playing baseball in the street. He'd always say, "You'll spoil your eyes like that. Why can't you be like Cousin Seymour? He's playing football with other boys." Uncle Harry went even further.I heard him say to my father once, "Sidney reads too much and it doesn't do much good." When I was ten, I started trying to write something myself, and things got worse.At that time, a children's magazine called "Precocious Wisdom" held a poetry competition. I wrote a poem and asked Otto to send it for me to participate in the competition. Otto was already very nervous about my writing, and he was even more nervous when he saw that I was also writing poetry.I found out later that he was afraid that my submission would be rejected by the journal and he would lose face, so he removed my name and replaced it with my uncle Al's name before sending it out. Two weeks later, Otto had lunch with Al. "Otto, what the hell. What's the matter with that Precocious magazine sending me a check for five dollars?" So, my first professional-level work was published under the name of Al Marcus.
One day, my mother rushed into the house out of breath, hugged me and cheered, "Sidney, I just got back from Biy Fankert's. She said you will be famous all over the world." Yes! It's amazing, isn't it?" Biyi Fanket's psychic ability is well known, and many acquaintances have confirmed this. But in my opinion, the most amazing thing is that my mother believed her word.
When you think of Chicago in the 1920s and 1930s, you think of noisy subway trains, ice wagons, crowded beaches, strip clubs, the smell of livestock yards, and Valentine's Day murders-seven thugs in Standing in a line against the wall in the garage, they were then swept down by machine guns. Schooling back then was exactly like the city itself—crass and violent, not "show and tell" but "beat and intimidate."It is not the students who throw things and hit things, but the teachers.When I was in third grade, one morning, a student annoyed the teacher by talking, so she grabbed a thick glass ink bottle--there is one on every desk--across the class. Just throw it over.If the bottle hit that classmate's head, he would surely die.I was too scared to go back to school that afternoon. My favorite thing to do in school is English class.One of the tasks in class was to take turns reading aloud short stories from a book called The Elgin Readers, which contained works by Poe, O. Henry, and Tarkington.My dream at the time was that one day the teacher would say, "Turn the book to page 20." And the story on that page was written by me.Where this dream came from, I do not know.Maybe it was passed down to me by an ancestor a long time ago.
The tenth floor of the King Hotel belongs to our block.Whenever I get the chance, I take Richard to play in the pool.He is five years old now. That day, I let Richard play in the shallow water while I swam to the deep end.Richard crawled out of the pool to find me while I was chatting with someone.As he got to the deep end, he slipped and fell into the pool.I witnessed the whole process, so I quickly plunged down and dragged him out. Farewell, Al Pool.
When I was twelve years old, I was in seventh grade at Marshall Ranch Elementary School in Chicago.In an English class, the teacher asked us to write something according to our own ideas.I decided to write a screenplay about a detective investigating a murder.After finishing writing, I handed over the script to the teacher.After she read the script, she called me to her desk and said, "Sidney, I think you wrote it really well. Would you like to put it on stage?" do i want to "Of course, sir." "Let me arrange it for you. It will be performed in the main auditorium of the school." Suddenly, I remembered Bee Fankert's prophecy, which had excited Natalie.Sidney will be famous all over the world in the future. I was also excited inside.This is where I started.When the students in the class heard the news, they all wanted to participate in the performance.I decided that in addition to producing and directing, I also want to be a starring role.Of course I have never been a director, but I know exactly what I want. I started picking roles.The teacher allowed me to rehearse in the main hall after school, and soon my play was the talk of the school.All the props I asked for were in place: armchairs, chairs, tables, a telephone... It was one of the happiest times of my life.I am quite sure that this is the beginning of my brilliant career.I can write a successful script at this age, and my future is boundless.My play will be on Broadway and my name will shine in the spotlight. I had one last rehearsal with the students I had picked out, and it was impeccable. I went to my teacher, "I'm ready. When do you want us to play?" She gave me a big smile: "How about tomorrow?" I couldn't sleep that night and felt that all my future hopes were in this scene.I lay in bed and went through the entire scene in my head, scene by scene, to see if there were any gaps.Can't find any flaws: the dialogue is brilliant, the plot moves quickly, and there is an unexpected twist at the end that is sure to win over everyone. The next morning, I came to school.The teacher gave me a surprise. "I made arrangements to suspend English classes in the whole school, so that everyone can go to the auditorium to watch your performance." I find it unbelievable.This was a success that far exceeded my expectations. At ten o'clock in the morning, the auditorium was packed to the brim.In addition to all the students in the English class, the principal and teachers also came after hearing that my play was going to be staged. Everyone was eager to see the masterpiece of this talented boy. It's all exciting, but I'm very calm, very peaceful.It seems to be the most natural thing to have such an encounter at such a young age.You will be famous all over the world. It's show time.The voices of everyone's conversations gradually quieted down, and the entire auditorium became silent.The stage set is a simple living room, a boy and a girl play a couple whose friend has been murdered.They are now sitting side by side on the couch. I played the detective investigating the murder.I was standing on the wings of the stage waiting to go on stage.My entry prompt should have been this: The boy on stage looked at his watch and said, "The detective should be here soon." But he didn't say "soon."At first he wanted to say "at any time", but when he realized his mistake, he wanted to change the word "when" back to "immediately", and finally said: "The detective will be here soon." Although he changed his words very quickly , but in the end it was still wrong.Immediately?That's the funniest word I've ever heard.It was so funny, I couldn't help but laugh out loud, and couldn't stop laughing.The more I thought about it, the louder I laughed. The boys and girls on stage stared at the wings, waiting for me to enter.But I couldn't move because I was laughing so hard.I couldn't help it, because I was completely overwhelmed by my own maniac laughter and became more and more hysterical. The show hasn't even started yet, so I'm stuck here.After what seemed to be an infinite time, I heard the teacher's voice from the auditorium: "Sidney, come out." I forced myself to come out of my hiding place and staggered to the center of the stage.My teacher stood in the middle of the auditorium and ordered to me who was laughing wildly: "Stop." But how can I stop?Immediately?Ha ha. The audience got up one after another and walked out of the auditorium slowly.I watched them go, and I had to pretend that I was laughing because I wanted to, that what had just happened didn't matter, that I wasn't thinking of dying.
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