Out of all the things I had expected to come out of my magician's hat that evening, a pink Pelican was definitely not one of them.
My startled expression did not do me justice as the crowd began to boo, and my performance was crashing and burning.
I took a long, deep breath, hoping to regain my confidence and try again.
However, my current company could not have been more upset- I had forgotten to hold onto the bird.
The pink Pelican was flapping and fluttering about the room, completely ruining the decorations for this Bar Mitzvah.
Everyone seemed to be scared for their lives, and yet I was only fearful for the trick- it had to go on.
So, I took a deep breath and proceeded to work my magic.
Out from my cloak sprang spotted and striped scarves, along with bright powders and confetti; it was time for a show.
I tend to have this effect on people during my performances- if you've seen me, you'll know- where everyone gets wrapped up in the heat of the moment, and looking back you might think it was all special effects but no, this sort of magic really is nothing else.
I looked out over the crowd, and suddenly all eyes were on me; it would have been perfect if that damned Pelican wasn't eating all the Matzoh ball soup.
I thought maybe, just maybe, I should grab my stuff and run out, pack my trunk and let this pelican be the end of it all; but I was determined.
With one last sensational act, I sent a flurry of ribbons out of my sleeves, and wrapped the pelican into a ball, from which it would never escape.