No idea why my dad dragged me into this place. Some guy is performing on the stage. He's reading numbers out loud. I think it's some kind of a sequence puzzle.
1... 8... 9... 16... 17... 24... 25...
This is boring. Where is this place, anyway? Yorkshire or something? Everyone else is quiet. I bet they're concentrating on figuring out the pattern.
32... 33... 40... 41... 48... 49... 56...
I'm pretty sure I have this solved already. I won't spoil it for anyone just yet, though. I think somebody else will figure it out soon as well.
57... 64... 65... 72... 73... 80... 81...
This is so simple. How is nobody telling him the answer already?
88... 89... 96... 97... 104...
Everyone's clapping now. Is it over? He's gotten to 100 and nobody guessed it? I better clap as well.
105... 112...
Wait, it's continuing? Okay, he's giving us another chance. I see where this is going. The next number is 113.
113...
And then 120...
120...
This is a nice opportunity to impress my dad. I lean in and whisper to him that the next number will be 121.
(...)
I was wrong?!
What is the next correct number in the sequence? Why do you think I'm not able to enjoy the performance like everyone else?