Being distracted by so many things, although wanting to write a piece, no story was coming to my head. I even read several submissions, all those were nicely crafted and had unique plots and plot twists. In the blank head, still, the urge to write something forced me to generate an image. Ideas can come from anything, just like in this case of mine. Watching the image a smile came on my face as I suddenly knew what to do and what kind of story I should try.
'You know, the magic I perform is not real right?' told a struggling magician Vic.
'Go on,' Rebeca told Vic to continue.
'I only depend on sleight of hand, specially crafted items to show magic. Due to my financial state, I am even not able to buy quality and trending items. Thus I think I am falling behind. If this continues, then I would have to leave this gig and look for some boring job,' after a long train of talk, Vic stopped to take a breath and then continued, 'So, before leaving, I want to perform one last time. I do not think everything will magically be solved, yet, just I show it to my friends and family only. They were always against my decision. So, being a failure, I want to dedicate a last show for them.'
'If that is the case, then why do you want to book the most prestigious gallery if that is only for your friends and family? You could have done that in any gallery or even in your backyard. From your attire, I can tell you are not doing well. To rent this, you might need to use your last bit of savings, so something is not right here. You are hiding something. If you do not mind, you can share it with me,' told Rebeca, the owner of the gallery where Vic wanted to perform his last show.
'Nothing, I was want a flashy exit from this fake world of magic.'
'I think that is your problem. Things are not always as they seem. You are not believing in what you are doing. Maybe when you start believing, then there will be magic in the air.'
'After so many fails, I cannot believe in myself anymore.'
'I am not telling you to believe in yourself. Believe magic exists from the core of your heart.'
'I do not believe that is possible.'
'If you cannot control your heart and mind into only once believing in the thing you loved then I am afraid I cannot help you.'
'But I will pay you money!' Vic shouted.
'Money does not matter to me. I am even willing to make a schedule for your show without taking money from me if you believe in magic and miracles. Now if you excuse me,' Rebeca opened the door, clearly indicating Vic to go now.
When Vic was going out, Rebeca called him and gave him a card if he grew faith in magic, then to call her.
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Things were going awry for Vic. Everything seemed to crumble around him. He was getting more and more exhausted every day. He was at a loss when his mother became terminally ill. It was a bang in the head for Vic. He was barely managing his mother's treatment. Being arrogant, he was not accepting money from the close ones.
At that time a miracle happened. A letter with a million-dollar check arrived at Vic's door. He did not know the sender as there was nothing written in the letter from which he could know.
'This is for you. Use it,' this was all there written. He with anger tore the check and the letter into a hundred pieces and threw it in the bin. After the evening he returned from the hospital.
He was shocked to see the letter and the check as good as new. He again tore it. He became afraid when the next morning he found those in mint condition.
His mother was recovering, the doctors were amused, they told him it was a miracle that she was getting well so soon! His mother gained consciousness and was able to talk.
She asked why his face was disturbed. Although she knew what he was going through, it seemed unnatural.
Vic kept silent.
All of a sudden his mother told him to show her magic tricks. He had nothing on him to show magic. So he used a sleigh of hands with a coin by vanishing it. While he was taking the coin out of his mother's ear, he was shocked to take out a bokeh of flowers!
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This amused his mother, she clapped like a child.
Returning home, he wondered what was happening to him. 'Is magic real? Can miracles happen? If those are not real then what is happening with me then?'
In the next few days, many more miracles happened around him. His life seemed to be fixing itself with magic.
He was getting several small gigs, where his performance was praised by all. From that, he climbed up the ladder.
One day a card caught his eye. That was the card of Rebeca. He had forgotten about it. Getting it he remembered, his plan. Indeed that was supposed to be his last show. He wanted to suicide on the show night. He smiled thinking how foolish he was.
He decided to arrange a show for his friends and family as they had not watched him perform on big stages. He called Rebeca.
'Why, where have you fazed out?' clapped Rebeca.
Vic found himself at the office of Rebeca. He was confused about what just happened.
'So, we have a deal. I will provide you with everything you need to perform here. You will not have to pay any money, as I will sell tickets, so this will not be only for your close ones. Right?'
Vic did not understand what just happened.
'And remember, there is magic everywhere, we need to believe in it.'
As if he was enchanted and his memories were coming back to him. He bowed his head and left her room.
He could not see the mysterious smile on the face of Rebeca when he was leaving the room.