The quiet roar of the audience fills the theater.
Velvet curtains and glittering chandeliers set a lavish tone.
The lights dim, and the room slowly fades into the silence of anticipation.
The curtains part, and a silhouette strolls onto the stage.
A spotlight illuminates the figure.
The man is dressed in a black tuxedo and top hat.
He claps his hands together-- the sound echoing through the hall.
As his hands separate a black cane seems to nearly grow out of them.
He leans against the cane as the audience applauds.
He chuckles, shaking his head--
as though they’re children amazed by the mundane.
Removing his top hat, he sets it on the ground.
He hovers the tip of the cane over the hat--
looking into their waiting faces, he offers a smirk and wink.
He taps the brim twice, and steps back.
A bright green python slowly slithers out of the hat.
The room erupts with gasps and applause.
He lifts the python out of the hat, highlighting how immense the creature is.
After properly displaying the behemoth, he lowers it back into the hat--
and places it back on his head.
The crystalline chandeliers sway from the explosive reaction of the crowd.
The man bows, then raises a single finger to silence the crowd.
His eyebrows take a quizzical stance, and he makes a sweeping motion--
hands shoot into the air, all eager to grace the stage.
He scans the crowd, seeking the perfect volunteer, until he sees her--
a woman in a bright red dress, seated between two hand-holding couples.
He points-- sighs of exasperation fill the room as she eagerly takes her place in the spotlight.
Placing a blindfold over her eyes, he directs her to remain perfectly still.
He removes his top hat and walks to the other side of the stage.
He carefully readies his hand, and throws the hat.
It glides through the air like a frisbee, landing gently on the woman’s head--
where it promptly sinks to the ground, swallowing the woman whole.
where it promptly sinks to the ground, swallowing the woman whole.
The chandeliers rattle and the ground shakes-- a standing ovation.
He walks over to the hat, places it back on his head, and bows.
The curtains slide shut, the room relights, and people begin to filter out of the theater.
They all can't help but wonder, where did that woman go?
A young girl points at a purse sitting abandoned on a chair.
Her father pats her on the head, and tells her not to worry.
He tells her the woman will be back for it.
The girl asks if magic is real.
He pauses, unsure how to answer.
A young girl points at a purse sitting abandoned on a chair.
Her father pats her on the head, and tells her not to worry.
He tells her the woman will be back for it.
The girl asks if magic is real.
He pauses, unsure how to answer.
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