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Join Date: Aug 2009
Location: Virginia
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Man it feels good to be a gangst-I mean... magician.
This here is a small story that will encompass the last couple of days, and has a moral. Not really a moral, but a little 'I think this is really cool and I really need to share it' moment.
Imagine: a few weeks before Halloween. While sitting in class one day, a friend leans over and asks if I would like to go to a party on Halloween night. I accept said invitation, under one condition: I want two dollars. Kidding, in fact, I asked if I would be allowed to do magic while at the party. He asks if I'm a magician. I reply, not with words, but actions. I do a few tricks, most of which I remember from 'How to do Street Magic.' I didn't want to show off any of my show stoppers right there, just show a little taste of what I had to offer. I blow his mind in the back of Oceanography class. He says "yes, do it." Time lapse over the weeks leading up to the party: I practice the tricks I want to do, I make a few of my own (modify whatever I needed to fit my needs). I make a list of what tricks I know are great, and I keep to this list. The list is modified heavily over the weeks. A week before the party, said list is lost, and rewritten. Second list is much better than first list.
Then something happened. The Arcane deck is released. Seeing as I am easily influenced by my internet peers, I know I MUST have these cards. But, funds were short at the moment, and I wouldn't be able to purchase them until Thursday. I purchased them, and received them two days after the party, much to my chagrin. I was devastated by not getting these cards on the day of the party. I though my life was over. No one would want to see tricks done with regular red bicycles. And yet, they did.
Now, we approach the day of the party. October 31st, 2009. I proceed to arrive 38 minutes late to my hosts house, located in the middle of freaking nowhere (Just kidding.). I head to the basement, where other party goers are located. I get comfortable, meet some people, who question me on my appearence, what with a duct tape patched jean legging, and a black fedora. Later, a girl, who I had never met before, sat next to me. She was dressed as a witch (Don't worry, not a 'slutty' witch, but a nice looking witch nonetheless.) She then asked me what I was. I told her that "I'm a magician." She said I didn't look like a magician. I proceeded from that point to pull out a deck of cards, and ask her to pick a card. She did so. I then asked her to put the card back in the deck. I shuffle the deck, and break the deck into three pieces. I wont go into details, because those that have gotten 'how to do street magic' probably have a good idea where I'm going with this. But anyway. I finish the trick.
Her mouth is agape for a full minute before she says a word. She brings friends over. I do 'Here then There.' They scream. I pull out another deck: The Shadow Masters. They stare at it as if though its something out of Harry Potter and was about to suck in all the light like a black hole. I proceed to do 'Chance Zero.' They scream. More people come over. I do a few more tricks, 'Voodoo Zone,' 'Ring through the string,' and others. I have pretty much the entire party in my hands. Then, as my finale, I pull out a deck. An invisible deck. I finish the trick. Everyone screams. As you can probably tell, I was quite successful at this party. I was doing magic most of the night, and I loved it.
But this isn't the best part, yet.
Last night, I left the local theater after just seeing 'Law Abiding Citizen,' which is a quite good movie, if I say so myself. As soon as I got outside, a girl from a group of people approached me. She said that "I looked familiar" then came the question that was like a roundhouse kick to the gut by Chuck Norris, while listening to a Dire Straits album (Good). "Aren't you the magician from the party the other night? Will, right?" I stood there, mouth agape for a whole ten seconds before I said anything. "Why, yes. I am!" I reply, chest held out like I had just won World War II with my bare hands. She then asked "Do you have any cards with you?" And I did. She giggled. What was good here, though, was that I had with me my Arcane deck, which had convinently arrived several hours earlier. I do a few tricks for her group, and then leave with my friend, who had seen most of these tricks before. "Wow, you're becoming quite the local guy, huh?" she asked as we walked away. "My friend. You have no idea." Being recognized on the streets for being a magician made my night. So, thank you, Ellusionist. You've set me on the road to becoming a well known magician in my area.
Man, it feels good to be a gangst-I mean... A magician.
-Will
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Last edited by Wills42 : 11-03-2009 at 03:41 PM.
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