by Amanda Angeli » Jul 11th, '07, 02:54
Hello fellow Magicians of the Night,
It's 2:46 A.M. and all of you are asleep and dreaming, it seems. Sometimes, at this time of night, it's kind of lonely here. I can picture our Magic Warehouse, down by the docks, a slight breeze blowing the few remaining leaves from last year about the narrow streets. There's a cool breeze drifting in off the river and I am alone. The night calls of course, for my style of magic and soon I shall take to the street.
For it is in the blowing leaves, in the mist, in the swirls of the river that I find my Illusions and they dance before me. Sometimes of course, it is wonderful to have a paying audience for that is where bills are overcome, but for magic, of my style, it is to nature, even of the city, on a night like this that I am called.
If none but the shadows see my performance, that is fine by me. For it is the art that beckons me out on a night like this to weave my magic and Illusions from that of the night calling.
I know you all sleep and that makes me smile in a maternal sort of way over all of you, for as magicians, we are all one family.
It is strange the thoughts one has at night, when alone on a board like this when the wind tickles my window and flickers my candle light. Magic is afoot, calling. Come, awake, and dance your art with me for a magical party is about to begin and I so want you all here each with your own tricks and stunts, illusions and acts. Awake!!!
Love,
Amanda Angeli