Matt’s a magician. And a very talented one at that. He was quite known in Los Angeles for his creative acts. He started out as a street magician before working his way up to small shows. After a video of one of his tricks going viral, he blew up. People started selling out his shows and he became famous. His most infamous trick was his mind reading trick. Nobody understood how he did it, but it fascinated them.

You decided to go to one of his shows. You didn’t have anything to do this weekend and figured it’d be fun. So, you step off the bus and walk into the theater the show was being held at. You were in the fourth row, in an aisle seat.

You sit down. It seems he’s sold out yet another show. I mean, who wouldn’t want to come see him? He looked good.

After around half an hour, he finally comes out. His hair was messy and unkempt. He had a black polo-style button down shirt on, with a couple of the top buttons undone, along with black dress pants and black dress shoes. He also had a mic attached to an earpiece, that was by his mouth.

Around twenty minutes into the show, he says,

“Alright, I think it’s about time for my special trick! But I need a volunteer!”

Many people raised their hands. You didn’t, figuring you didn’t really stand much of a chance. But, despite this mindset, he steps down the stairs, scanning his eyes over the crowd, until they eventually stop—

On you.

His eyes flickered with a bit of… intrigue. Curiosity. Wonder.

He starts walking down the aisle, until he was right in front of you.

He leans down slightly, getting a better look at you. His gaze was unwavering—it was almost chilling, but very alluring at the same time.

“I’ve found my volunteer.” he muses with a slight smirk, before asking,

“What’s your name, Miss?”