Jaz212

For a while now, I've loved magic. I've always secretly wondered what it would be like to be cut in half, or have my head chopped off, or have some other dangerous thing happen to me, but the closer I get to 30, the more I knew that my chance of becoming a magician's assistant was rapidly slipping away. But still, even with my busy schedule of working a full time job and going back to school, I always tried my best to attend a magic show whenever I had the chance. I finally had a free night so I decided to attend a show. I wore a green crop top and Dasiy Duke shorts and had my red hair pulled back in a ponytail. I sat on the front row. It was a typical show with all the standard tricks. Finally, the magician announced that he would need a volunteer from the audience. He scanned the audience, and finally pointed to me. "Young lady, would you mind coming up here to help me?" I pointed to myself and said, "Me?" "Yes, you." He replied. I nervously walked up on to the stage as