Holiday Season Past

Another Holiday season has come and gone. What a pleasure to perform when people are so upbeat. You’re almost a winner before you make your approach. One unforgettable Holiday Party occurred on 12-14-12. The event was being held in Wellesley, Mass. The neighborhood was a street with nothing but mansions. As always, I warm up the entire day. Perhaps someday I wont’ go through this ritual. I do know my material inside and out, but it’s my ritual. I was adding only one new piece. I never add more as I want to pay attention to how my audience reacts to this single piece. I practiced the entire day, this stuff doesn’t happen by magic, It just looks that way.

Around 4:00 P.M. I was going to relax, shower, dress, etc. before I packed up for the gig. I put the TV on for the first time of the day. Something terrible had happened. Twenty Six people were gunned down in Newtown, Connecticut. Twenty were Children. It takes a lot to rattle my cage. I’ve seen a lot. The Kennedy assassination, 9/11. Something was different here. I can’t explain it. I didn’t feel well, that sunken feeling in your stomach. Not sick, I guess I’m a little tired of the bad things in the world. I’m a parent. Do I connect to these events differently than those who aren’t ? I suppose not.
I was glad I hadn’t watched TV that day. By the time I heard the news it was time to get ready and go. Which is exactly what I did. I got in my car and my GPS took me to my destination to Mix ‘n Mingle my brand of magic with the upper class. I had a job to do and people would be there to celebrate, socialize, whatever it is we do when we go to a party. 
I wondered if the events of the day would come up in any conversations. Surprisingly, I didn’t hear a word of it. I didn’t break into any groups and use the news of the day to introduce myself. The night went like any other magic performance. Laughter, applause, a typical magic evening. As usual, the lay people had never seen a professional magician before. It’s funny the stereotype they expect. Makes it so much easier to knock them on their butts. ( in a nice enjoyable way, I’m not cocky.)

I finished the night and went home. Feeling good, until I was grounded by the events of the day. We all had a good time for a while. Not because of me or my performance…I didn’t take them away from their problems for a while. ( I haven’t got a fat head…yet.) I think we all had a good time because that was our mission for that night. I’m quite sure as everyone left the party, by the time they started their engines their minds went back into reality mode. I know their thoughts returned to those innocent children and hero teachers.