Suddenly, there was a very loud bang and a thick blanket of green mist began to engulf the entire stage, followed by sparks and crackles. Slowly but surely, a tall slim man emerged. In appearance he was smartly dressed in a black Victorian suit, red and black laced cloak, top hat and polished black boots. His hair were dyed prussian blue with yellow ocre side burns and tied back tightly and ended in a long pirate cut knot.
Dominic “The Gifted” Prance, a young and upcoming magician was performing one of his live shows at a club in East London in front of a small audience and he was determined to win them over. A stage had been set up especially for him. As the red curtains slowly rose upwards, the audience held their breaths in anticipation. There was nobody there. Suddenly, there was a very loud bang and a thick blanket of green mist began to engulf the entire stage, followed by sparks and crackles. Slowly but surely, a tall slim man emerged. In appearance he was smartly dressed in a black Victorian suit, red and black laced cloak, top hat and polished black boots. His hair were dyed prussian blue with yellow ocre side burns and tied back tightly and ended in a long pirate cut knot. He also carried an Egyptian magic wand in his right hand; rumoured to be the only existing one of its kind. He looked around at his spectators and then took a swift bow. This was followed by loud noises from the audience.
“Well, when are you going to show us your bunny rabbit then?” Shouted an elderly lady who burst out coughing and laughing, poking her snoring husband’s left side. On another side of the club, a bear of a bearded man said in a husky voice,
“Oih!, listen up people, I bet he’s now going to pull out a handkerchief or a deck of cards. Just you all watch and see. It’s all the same. Rubbish. Boo! Bring on the pole dancers!”
Before long, the entire place was in a shambles as they all joined in and called out, raising their fists in protest and stamping their feet on the floor.
“Boo, go back home! Boo, go back home! Boo, go back home!” Before long, the club owner, Mr Collins approached Dominic.
“See, I told you, didn’t I. They’re just not your type. They’re used to seeing the likes of can can dancers or pole strippers and what have you.” Dominic Prance turned to him and raised both his arms in the air. Suddenly, he blew softly at Mr Collins. But what he blew was not just air; it was red glitter and before he could react, Mr Collins began to rise in the air. Higher and higher he rose, until his head touched the roof of the club in front of the surprised audience.
“Now, you just stay up there until I finish my act, thank you very much.” Dominic then turned to the audience and focused his attention on the same lady who had remarked about the bunny rabbit. She gaped in surprise and whispered to her husband,
“He’s good, George. Blimey, I was wrong about I’m I was.”
“My good lady, would you please come on the stage for a moment.” At this point the audience were completely quiet and curious that what is going to happen next.
“Can you dance, my good lady?”
“No, I’ve never danced in my life. “And I’m not your good lady. My name is Peggy Hart.”
“Ladies and gentlemen, for the first time, this lady, sorry, I mean Peggy, is going to perform the Irish Jig at bionic speed.” “Behold!” Dominic produced an Egyptian magic wand and waved it at her. Suddenly, Peggy began to do the Irish jig. Faster and faster she danced at lightening speed. Dominic waved his wand and she rose in the air and turned upside down, doing jigs in the air.
He then raised his hands at a young man in the crowd who began whistling jingle bells through his nose.
“I hope you are all having a good time, my dear audience.” “And please do not attempt these tricks at home, good people.” He then snapped his fingers and all the people in the front row began to flap their arms like birds taking off.
“Now, what else can I do?” Said Dominic to himself. “Ah yes.” “And now for my next trick!” He waved his wand at the back audience and they all stood up and formed a line, like a human train, and began to kick their legs in and out doing the cha cha cha. They moved around the club. Dominic smiled and took a bow.
“Well, I hope you all enjoyed my show. As you can see, there were no rabbits, no handkerchiefs nor any deck of cards! And now, I think I will take my leave and hopefully, the next time you see a magician, you will all think twice and show a little respect and courstesy. Oh, and I nearly forgot something.” He turned to the bearded man and waved his arms up. Suddenly, the man’s beard was filled with cement which dried up all over and he grew a set of deers antlers on his head.
“Oh and before I take my leave, do rest assured, the effect of my spells will wear off in precisely nine hours. Good day.”
He took a bow and left.