The HYBRID HEAVENS Intro (Draft)

THE HYBRID HEAVENS™ INTRO

When we were all young, little children, we use to all love magic. The origin of something disappearing made our eyes widen, but that was not the point. What we really wanted was to see it come back. We all want to see the white dove vanish, and come back out of our ears. That was the best part…how could I ever forget? That weekend, when I went to my first magic show I learned the steps into the greatest magic the world has seen. The first part is called the Act, when the magician shows off the object being disappeared. He will call up volunteers to confirm there is no trick. The second step is called the Pledge, were the magician makes the object disappear, but the act is not final yet. He gives time for the audience to gaze and be astonished. Now the last part, to complete the act is called the Prestige, and this, this is the hardest part. The object is to make yourself come back. The last trick I saw that dark, cloudy day was the water bowl escape, one of the hardest escapes since the time of the great Houdini. The Act went perfect, the Pledge went perfect, but the Prestige…was not complete. Have you ever wondered, what happened behind that curtain, when the magician is taking too long to reveal himself? That is when the backstage tech crew start to scream, then the adrenaline really pumps up. When you see the curtains rise and a man drowning in a cage full of water, you cannot move. Your surroundings become quiet and the only thing you can hear are the screams. You stay there, glued to your seat in horror. And that is when the stage goes black. How would you feel, when your dad’s closest friend died from drowning? You think it was an accident, that something went wrong. That is what I thought; a simple misstep in the process. That was when I was only 6 years old, but it wasn’t that, it was a murder, a pure cold-blooded murder, to put the audience in despair, to scare and to frighten them. There is someone out there that someone else does not like, you might bully, make fun and torture that person, may be forget about it, but a murder is a whole other story. It feels different when a friend dies. It’s not like when your pets dies, you cry some and then forget that it all happened but still remember it. The dread haunts you forever. You won’t know what it feels like because it might have never happened to you, but the real case is how, who would do this and why? That is the power of dark magic. Don’t look back, because you don’t want to know what is back there. Something that will never let you go until you come to your end.