Don't Marry a Magician part twoDon't Marry a Magician : part twoMidnightZingaro
Oh, you're back. Are you after more reasons why I reckon that marrying a magician was the worst mistake of my life? Or are you after more details of how extreme the magic my husband did to me was?
Oh well. It doesn't much matter. I said that if you had time, I'd tell you more.
You're wondering what could be worse than being told to climb a rope, be floated invisibly, then being hacked to bits and your pieces dropped from a height on a concrete stage. Well, I'll tell you; just about everything else he did to me. Over the next year or so, after the talent show, Roger changed our act, replacing the grand illusion effects with their real equivalents. He didn't even warn me when he replaced both the thin model sawing and the head chopper on Halloween night. I don't know what effect it had on the audience, who of course were expecting these things to look realer than usual because of Halloween, but both those effects hurt like hell.
Don't Marry a MagicianDon't Marry a MagicianMidnightZingaro
Yes, that is my advice to any girl thinking of it; don't.
"Why am I so anti marrying anyone with magical inclinations?" you ask.
The simple explanation is that I did it and count it the single greatest mistake of my life.
You are not convinced; I can tell. So, if you have the time I shall give you the long explanation.
Roger and me first met at high-school. As is the way of these things, at first we ignored each other for a year or so. He was cute but he did not match up to the popular boys or have the power that the class bully had. Gradually the more popular girls paired off with the more popular boys until I was the most popular unspoken for girl. The choice of who, if anyone, to allow to become my boyfriend was fairly straight foreword. I was cerebral without being a computer nerdette, so I did not want to hook up with a computer geek or any of the bully's hangers-on. That left two or three guys to choose from and of these I chose Roger.
The Magic Show - unfinishedThe magician and his assistant rolled out a large glass box, which was filled with water. The top of the box was sealed with a very obvious padlock. As the assistant locked the wheels of the box in place, the magician walked to the front of the stage. He rolled up his sleeves, showed his hands were empty, and with a gesture made a large red sheet appear between his hands.DJSeanD
As the audience applauded, he smiled. Wow, if you thought that was impressive, you're really going to love the rest of the show!
The magician walked to the glass box as the audience laughed, and he and his assistant draped the sheet over the box. They waited a moment, and then the magician called out, Ladies and Gentlemen...our first guest of the evening...Jessica Alba!
The magician pulled the sheet off with a flourish, revealing not an empty tank of water, but a tank of water containing a swimming Jessica Alba, wearing a powder blue swimsuit and waving to the crowd.
The magician undid the lock