Hi TM,
Hows it going? You look well fit.
For a while now I've had it nice and easy. Weddings during dinners, polite corporate chit chat, and club rooms filled with well watered wealthies, all in a room with perhaps a cheeky bit of background music, a babble of kids or a TV broadcasting football - which elicit yells now and then, but nothing too upsetting.
On Sunday night, however, I was booked to perform music in a club. Yea - like a proper club. Like with the BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM derrrrrrrrrm BOOM. You get it. It was so loud, talking was off the table.
The gig went surprisingly well, and most of what I performed worked - but this challenge sprung up a lot of realisations and ideas.
1. IT fails. Flashing lights, dark room. I'm an idiot. why did i think it wouldnt be seen?
I soon figured this out though, and realised that close to my chest, it was again invisible.
2. FIRE. Use it, love it, embrace it, don't let drunk people neart it. I did 3 fly, appearing the coins in a lighter flame at the start, and vanishing them back into the fire in the end. I used small bits of flash for each appearance. WIN. Whole club transfixed.
3. The failure of sponge. Ok, so some of you know I hate sponge balls, but convinced by some of the affable nitwits on here, I learnt some excellent routines, and started working them. Good reactions indeed (although still not a convert, it does not suit my style). Anyway, i figured, easy, visual - perfect for the club. SOoooOo i took them, and the sponge balls got their revenge for a decade of being shut away. I have 4. here is how they each met their fate;
- NUMBER ONE - We will call him Bob. Bob ended up bobbing in someones pint. Gracefully sailed through the air (after being thrown by a chav) and straight in. Fail.
NUMBER TWO - We will call him Jim. Jims intrigue was too much for a drunk girl, who ripped him to pieces like some sort of roman sacrifice to the gods.
NUMBER THREE - We shall dub him Tim. Tim fell to the floor, and rolled beneath safety of a nearby cigarette machine. He shall be missed.
NUMBER FOUR - Who shall forever be know as Billy (no mates), sits alone in my case. Bereft.
4. Clubs are awesome. I mean, I have never had an easier gig. My tip gag actually got me tips. People hugged and high fived me all night. I got a million offers of a free drink. Girls clambered over me. I laughed all night, and none of it was hard work. Each trick was slower and more methodical, because the simplest of stuff amazed.
5. MURDER. I got away with it. I can pickpocket, but i was literally not even concealing my attempts. At one point i literally undid a watch without the moves. I did card to shoulder numerous times with MORE THAN ONE SPECTATOR. Everything i did was golden.
In summation, a gig that i was really nervous about, ended up being a reinvigorating, refreshing and absolutely and utterly enjoyable one. I got a lot of new likers and followers the next day as well, so people actually looked me up. Its always great to throw yourself out of you comfort zone guys because who knows, it may just be a lot more comfy than you expect.