I Am
a Star
I am
a STAR! At least as performing magician I am
a star. No, I'm not on a ego trip, nor am I
being presumptuous. The fact is simply this.
I am truly a magical star. Perhaps you wonder
how I can make such a statement and still look
myself in the mirror. There comes a time in
the lives of some magicians when we reach the
top, a time when the long climb has been achieved,
and a time when the goals of greatness have
been met. For me that time has come.
Assuming
the above paragraph doesn't disgust you please
read on and I'll explain. Everything I'm about
to relate is entirely true, and I'll tell it
exactly as it happened with no embellishments.
At a
recent performance I was instructed upon arrival
to register with the administrators of the facility.
Upon doing so, for security reasons, I was escorted
to the performing area. I didn't feel as if
I were in any danger, but having the security
escort was reassuring.
My scheduled
performance had been well publicized. The story
of my career had been related to the audience
and they knew all about me long before the day
of the program. They even knew the names of
some of my closest family members. Excitement
about me being there ran high. When I reached
the performing venue the organizers had to actually
restrain some of the audience members from converging
on me as they made great efforts to gain my
attention.
I was
the only performer on the program, and I had
them in the palm of my hand from the opening
effect through the final encore. At times some
of the viewers lost control of their emotions
and rushed towards me just to be closer. They
wanted to hold the magical tricks, and if possible
to even touch me. I understand now how Elvis
must have felt. They eagerly accepted any small
souvenir I would give them, including such things
as a piece of rope or a torn paper. So popular
was I that more than once the organizers had
to provide security for both me and the equipment
I was using in the program.
At the
end of the show, in order to maintain order,
the authorities had to rush me away before the
audience actually realized I was gone. Seems
they all wanted to touch me, talk to me, and
become a part of my life. I was escorted to
my car by one of the organizers, a beautiful
young lady with a captive simile and a charming
personality. Before leaving she hugged me tightly,
kissed my cheek, and told me I would always
be welcome to perform there again. My feelings
of success were overwhelming. I knew then that
this is how it is to be a star.
Everything
I have said is absolutely true.
Incidentally,
the beautiful young lady who kissed my cheek is
my daughter. She's an elementary school teacher,
and my audience that day was her kindergarten
class of 22 children, all five years old.
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