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“Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve come to the end of the show, and what you’re about to witness is no illusion” The man on stage quickly twirls around, his cape billowing out, and approaches a large tank filled with water. His cape is unclasped and tossed to the side as a step ladder is placed on the side of the tank which he quickly ascends. The man’s assistant cuffs his hands and feet together in several complicated links and chains then disappears into the shadows on the side of the stage.
A young woman in the audience watches enraptured, curiosity piqued, leaning forward in her seat slightly as the man descends into the tank. Minutes pass as the man slowly works through his bindings, not struggling at all. Seven minutes and forty three seconds later all of the chains lay at the bottom of the tank and the magician swims his way up grabbing the edge of the tank, pulling himself up, over, and flipping out to land on the stage with a splash and a loud cheer erupting from the audience.
He smiled out to the crowd, arms spread wide and bowing. His assistant came out from the shadows to join him in his bow, then the curtain slowly closed and the audience dispersed. The woman remained until at last she was the only spectator left. It was then she arose and made her way backstage. She stopped before a door marked with a rich purple star and knocked.