Did my fingers slip during that shuffle? Is their card where I want it?
People are still chattering all around us and the music is still playing loud. I had moved these sounds into my periphery, but now I’ve moved them beyond that. There is nothing but uncertainty in this moment, this moment is as silent as stone.
So I’m supposed to show them a card that isn’t their chosen card? But what if I turn it over and it is their chosen card?
“No! That’s not the card!!!”
So far so good. Now I have to make their card appear. Will it appear?
“Well, if this isn’t your card, then what’s the one on the table?”, I point to the card on that table. Everyone turns their heads to look at it. It has been sitting there a while. I keep pointing to the card. Indicating that someone should turn it over.
Well? Is this it? Is this your card? Please be the card. Please be the card.
A few seconds of silence. I could hold out my hand and feel the silence coming down. I can’t do anything to change it. It’s falling on my hand, but it is not in my hands.
Then, suddenly, an eruption of wonder.
“Wow! How is that possible? That was amazing!”
Yes it was. It was as much a miracle for me as it was for you.
Was this a trick? Could have fooled me.