Swe Myint - One by one

One by one

The light in the room grew brighter, and sparks burst forth in strange, ominous shapes.

I heard the deep, deep voice of Paul Monggomari.

"For the past two years, we could have both died. For trying so hard to get back to this current situation..."

He paused for a moment. At that moment, sparks rained down on their heads and bodies.

The neon light glowed brighter.

"Amazing lightning energy flows through our bodies. Then we are revived with infinite power."

He held up the glass tube, which had become dim.

The front takes a step closer to the audience and then takes a step back.

"Now... someone from the audience can hold the speaker."

A young woman from the front row of the audience stood up. She took the glass tube that Paul had handed her. Paul Montgomery and Jennifer held the end of the tube, one on each side. The three of them, including the young woman in the middle, were holding the tube together.

Paul Monggomari turned to look at Jennifer.

"May you live long with us"

Paul Montgomery sings in a prayerful tone. Yellow lights flood the audience. The famous modern singer Terry Towers is seen under the lights. He is dressed in the latest fashion, with long hair and large, red, round glasses.

Terry Tower's partner, a woman named Tolly, is also there. Tolly is wearing a colorful, eye-catching outfit.

A Hungarian film actress sits next to her young bodyguard.

They were amazed when the light fell upon them.

Another blue tube glowed, spreading out over the audience.

Other celebrities were seen in the audience: a British writer in a betel nut suit. A bearded scientist. A wealthy woman with a dress covered in gold coins.

Women's magazine editors, male and female writers, and world-renowned art communities and literary scholars all feel the excitement in the spotlight.

There was one person in the audience who was neither excited nor surprised. That person was Jennifer's lawyer, Harry Gordon. He was uncomfortable in his awkward lawyer's suit, cramped and uncomfortable.

The compass on the dial of a device is moving.

Paul Monggomari continued to mumble time. He turned his back to the audience.///

He turned to face the audience. He placed his hand on Jennifer's shoulder.

"My wife and I are blessed with ten thousand calories for every year of our marriage."

The sound of applause became noisy.

When the entire room was lit up with lights, they were greeted with champagne.

The audience drank to Jennifer and Paul's good wishes.

Conveniently displayed in the gallery.

Antiques and modern objects are harmoniously combined with statues. Valuable antique paintings, modern paintings, and current Tingstein caricatures hang on the walls.

Unidentifiable, psychologically constructed, angular, geometric puzzle designs in black and white.

These designs are again illuminated by two torches.

Under the light, ancient faces were visible on a canvas covered with pure gold.

The audience poured more champagne into their glasses. They raised their hands in the air. Another prayer.

The voice of singer Terry Tower was louder than that of the other guests.

"My best wishes to Paul and Jennifer. They are one of the few fans who truly support my art. The reason they support me is because they are just as crazy as I am. Happy second wedding anniversary to Paul and Jennifer."

The diamonds on Jennifer's body sparkled like white flames, sparkling with every movement she made, and her gown was a low-cut design inspired by Victorian times.

The millionaire's name, clad in a gold-plated gown, was Celia. Celia turned to look at the lawyer, Harry Gordon.

Harry Gordon holds a glass of Scotch whisky in his hand. He prefers Scotch whisky to champagne.

"What's wrong?" the lawyer asked Celia.

"Good. It's an unusual, unique, and extravagant party. You're just a person who's close to their husband and wife."

Attorney Harry Gordon nodded with a smile at Celia's comment.

Celia continued to ask.

"What's with that creepy electrical method, lawyer?"

Harry Gordon's smile grew wider.

“It comes from a machine that was deliberately designed to display a unique design. It’s a piece of equipment that they’ve researched, collected, and developed. Jennifer and Paul, a couple, are always looking for and thinking of new ways to play the game of cards that aren’t common.”

“Are the ancient paintings real?” Celia wondered. “Huh... that’s for sure. They’re real,” the lawyer said, sounding a little confused. “How can you be so specific?”

"I can tell you. Those paintings are Jennifer's heirlooms."

Then Harry Gordon pointed to the gold-framed painting with the hand holding the glass and spoke again.

"I really like that painting. I would like to buy one of these. It costs hundreds of thousands of dollars. I don't like that painting. Maybe I just don't fully appreciate the taste of that material. Paul seems to do so."

"Paul has a taste for art, doesn't he?" Celia asked, supporting him. Harry Gordon shrugged.

"He chose them and bought them himself. Jennifer signed the check for the correct price right in front of me."

"What a useful man he is. Handsome. Strong and muscular. Thoughtful and visionary. Where did Jennifer find him?"

Celia asked curiously in a whisper. "We first met in Switzerland," Celia smiled a mischievous smile.

"Yes, I've always seen someone like him on a snowy slope in Switzerland."

In fact, Jennifer chose to shave her head instead of shaving her head.