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Laughter is usually associated with peace and joy. On the contrary, it didn’t have the same effect on Harry.
He aspired to be a comedian and idolized Gary Simpson, world’s greatest and most respected comedian. Gary’s poster covered Harry’s room, leaving not even a hint of his beige-coloured wall. Gary’s shows were all recorded, right until the talk shows he appeared on. It was almost, as if, Harry was obsessed with him.
Harry was facially challenged. At only the age of nineteen, his hairline was already receding, screaming a huge, shiny forehead. His face literally bred pimples, his nose crooked and his lips so small, barely visible, was chapped. His eyes were the only feature that stood out. His sky-blue eyes were framed with thick lashes.
One day, Harry got a chance to see his idol perform live, in a hotel. Harry had won one of the questionnaires he participated in. That night, Gary required a volunteer onstage and Harry was lucky.
He was filled with so much bliss as he went up the stage. It all seemed surreal. He sat on the stool beside his idol.
“We have a young man here. What’s your name, kid?”
“I’m Harry…”
But before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a joke related to his name, by Gary. Harry tried to laugh and brushed it aside as one of his idol’s joke, though he felt rather uncomfortable about the harshness of it. Gary continued hurling endless insults related to him which were indirect yet ruthless. The audience was laughing so much that it seemed like an encouragement to Gary. Harry tried to laugh, afraid to seem like a spoilsport but the jokes were awful and it bit his sensitive bone. The laughter that enveloped him mocked him and suffocated him at the same time. He was on the verge of breaking down.
The last straw came when a joke hurled by Harry, was related to Harry’s features. He jumped on the insensitive arse, his supposedly idol and strangled him, tears streaming down his eyes. All the insults, laughter rushed back to him. Nostalgia took over him and memories of his childhood, the obvious discrimination and the disgust.
It was later, that Harry realized, that he was actually venting all his fury, resentment, rage, madness, intensity that had build up in him over the years onto the person who he once idolize, aspired to be and admired.
He felt like a free man.
He aspired to be a comedian and idolized Gary Simpson, world’s greatest and most respected comedian. Gary’s poster covered Harry’s room, leaving not even a hint of his beige-coloured wall. Gary’s shows were all recorded, right until the talk shows he appeared on. It was almost, as if, Harry was obsessed with him.
Harry was facially challenged. At only the age of nineteen, his hairline was already receding, screaming a huge, shiny forehead. His face literally bred pimples, his nose crooked and his lips so small, barely visible, was chapped. His eyes were the only feature that stood out. His sky-blue eyes were framed with thick lashes.
One day, Harry got a chance to see his idol perform live, in a hotel. Harry had won one of the questionnaires he participated in. That night, Gary required a volunteer onstage and Harry was lucky.
He was filled with so much bliss as he went up the stage. It all seemed surreal. He sat on the stool beside his idol.
“We have a young man here. What’s your name, kid?”
“I’m Harry…”
But before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a joke related to his name, by Gary. Harry tried to laugh and brushed it aside as one of his idol’s joke, though he felt rather uncomfortable about the harshness of it. Gary continued hurling endless insults related to him which were indirect yet ruthless. The audience was laughing so much that it seemed like an encouragement to Gary. Harry tried to laugh, afraid to seem like a spoilsport but the jokes were awful and it bit his sensitive bone. The laughter that enveloped him mocked him and suffocated him at the same time. He was on the verge of breaking down.
The last straw came when a joke hurled by Harry, was related to Harry’s features. He jumped on the insensitive arse, his supposedly idol and strangled him, tears streaming down his eyes. All the insults, laughter rushed back to him. Nostalgia took over him and memories of his childhood, the obvious discrimination and the disgust.
It was later, that Harry realized, that he was actually venting all his fury, resentment, rage, madness, intensity that had build up in him over the years onto the person who he once idolize, aspired to be and admired.
He felt like a free man.