I'm going to share with you here the secret of all secrets--the meta-secret.
If you are one of those people who simply has to know how "that trick" works,
and you can't sleep until you figure it out or find it out, then you'll find reading this informative.
Obviously, I could not (under any circumstances) or would not reveal the secrets of a trick (many of them are not mine to reveal). However, as a magician, I can give you something more important.
Saturday was an eventful day.
The first was a sort of family celebration and the second was a Halloween party where there was plenty of alcohol and plenty of costumes.
Sadly, with the holiday season comes a lot of requests to which I must regrettably reply,
"I'm already booked for that date and time."
For this reason you should try to book your entertainment well in advance unless you're okay with settling for a juggler.
I almost always learn valuable lessons when performing magic,
and these events were no different.
Whether we ride a Harley or drive a Prius, magic affects us all in the same way.
Why would you want to hire a mentalist for a party?
Maybe you think you want to hear some of your friends secrets exposed.
But the last thing you want is your own secrets exposed in front of all your guests. When people are afraid that a mentalist might read their mind, suddenly all sorts of embarrassing thoughts arise.
How would you like to live in a world where you (and everyone else) has immediate access to one another’s thoughts. From your doctor, to your Uber driver, from your professor to your student, your salesperson, your waiter, your parents, your children. Would you recognize that you are no very different from others? Or would you discover that the way you think is very different from the way others think?
I was hired to perform for a tech company.
When I got there this morning, I was greeted by the man who found me,
and he joyfully commented on the fact that I was wearing only jeans and a red tee shirt.
It's not my typical uniform when booked to perform at an event,
but he had told me before that everyone there would be dressed very casually,
and anything more than jeans and a button-up shirt would be out of place.
He wanted to surprise this industrious sales team--and congratulate them. Something to do with their quota.
"When I think of a magician, I think of.. you know.. someone carrying suitcases of stuff," he smiled and shook his head. I would fit right in until he announced me, "Hey guys, this is for the magic you've managed to pull off..."
But what made this show different from others wasn't my attire.
It was that I was surrounded not just by the two dozen spectators in the room, but there were also another dozen watching from two or three webcams that had been set up for the remote viewers.
I was invited to his home to join the party as the entertainment at the end-of-Summer party for the honored few: his elite group of friends, foes, and associates. There were two other Indianapolis magicians--kids magicians though--for the younger crowd. I was hired to take care of the grown-ups.
When I met my point of contact she looked me up and down, then asked me what I needed.
I stood facing her wearing trousers and a dress shirt.
Everyone has seen a card trick, just as everyone has seen a movie.
There are plenty awful ones, and a few outstanding ones...
A short and stout teapot of a man waddled onto the stage. His very image prompts a ripple of laughter among the audience. By the middle of his show, everyone in the auditorium is in rapt attention, some members of the audience even get up from their seats to get closer to the performer and watch more carefully.
If nature ever intended Max Malini to become a magician, not even a mentalist could’ve guessed it...