"When you introduce me you will say 'Ladies and Gentlemen. Pause. Presented for your Amazement. Pause. The Fabulous. Pause. Helmut Bangs!' and you must pop Bangs, excite the audience. If you make me limp the performance will be limp, and then we all suffer, okay?" The emcee nodded but Helmut had no confidence, here was a chubby man in a tight tuxedo with a brushy little mustache, he didn't know anything about being mysterious, he couldn't thrill or intrigue. Helmut himself had hypnotic eyes garrisoned below a thick black brow that burned with the ancestral pain of Eastern Europe. He brushed his eyelashes through with mascara and claimed Egyption blood, his long hair of orangey blond tumbled mountainously beyond his shoulders in wild churning swells, he whipped it around himself creating misdirection. Bang' s came from the open collar, bare chest school of magic, leaving behind the formal maitre'd technicians but refusing to slip all the way to the alt college acts. His cuffs were French and turned up like dramatic gauntlets highlighting his powerful, practiced wrists. The magic he did had a pantherous sexuality, muscular but bendable, with sparkling lights and throbbing bass.
He wrinkled his push broom mustache, such a custodian. "Ladies and Gentlemen." Pause. "Presented for your Amazement." Pause. "The Fabulous" Pause. "Helmut Bangs!" Explosions lit the stage and Helmut appeared in a fog of tinsel. 'Pop you pig dog.' he thought throwing a lacquered glance off stage at the failed Robert Goulet. He performed The Camel Train from Agra and then Spiked Suacy Pineapple. The Visiting Stranger went off without a hitch and a slick confidence grew in Helmut, he was dripping the salty liquor of magic, he was sure the smell intoxicated the audience making them susceptible to his will. Posing with his hands framing his face he began The Cairo Lotus and helped a volunteer onto the stage. Helmut always selected beautiful leggy blonds, their slim length helped to frame the illusion and were his personal preference besides. He did some close up tricks, making a dollar bill materialize in her balled up fist, when she let it bloom from her hand to thunderous applause she saw it had a phone number written on it. Helmut game her a sly wink, then made her disappear.
Backstage Helmut blotted his waxed chest with a purple silk kerchief. "Thank you so much for helping me make my illusion," he snapped his fingers and an assistant brought two glasses of Chardonnay on a small tray. Helmut took up his glass and sipped, "I trust you enjoyed yourself?"
"Yes," she said. "It was very fun, thank you." She did not touch the wine.
"Did you notice my gift?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't."
Helmut did not put down his wine but showed his empty hand front and back in a casual way, and with a pop and bunnytail tuft of smoke was holding the dollar bill with the phone number. "That is, of course, my personal cell. I hope you will call me anytime."
Her hand reached to her face with defensive embarrassment. "Oh no, I really couldn't.."
"But you must." Helmut leaned in and a rose snapped into space between his fingers. "You've been a flirt."
"No," she said with astonishment, "I didn't flirt."
"Of course you did, you did the trick, you magic flirted."
He wrinkled his push broom mustache, such a custodian. "Ladies and Gentlemen." Pause. "Presented for your Amazement." Pause. "The Fabulous" Pause. "Helmut Bangs!" Explosions lit the stage and Helmut appeared in a fog of tinsel. 'Pop you pig dog.' he thought throwing a lacquered glance off stage at the failed Robert Goulet. He performed The Camel Train from Agra and then Spiked Suacy Pineapple. The Visiting Stranger went off without a hitch and a slick confidence grew in Helmut, he was dripping the salty liquor of magic, he was sure the smell intoxicated the audience making them susceptible to his will. Posing with his hands framing his face he began The Cairo Lotus and helped a volunteer onto the stage. Helmut always selected beautiful leggy blonds, their slim length helped to frame the illusion and were his personal preference besides. He did some close up tricks, making a dollar bill materialize in her balled up fist, when she let it bloom from her hand to thunderous applause she saw it had a phone number written on it. Helmut game her a sly wink, then made her disappear.
Backstage Helmut blotted his waxed chest with a purple silk kerchief. "Thank you so much for helping me make my illusion," he snapped his fingers and an assistant brought two glasses of Chardonnay on a small tray. Helmut took up his glass and sipped, "I trust you enjoyed yourself?"
"Yes," she said. "It was very fun, thank you." She did not touch the wine.
"Did you notice my gift?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't."
Helmut did not put down his wine but showed his empty hand front and back in a casual way, and with a pop and bunnytail tuft of smoke was holding the dollar bill with the phone number. "That is, of course, my personal cell. I hope you will call me anytime."
Her hand reached to her face with defensive embarrassment. "Oh no, I really couldn't.."
"But you must." Helmut leaned in and a rose snapped into space between his fingers. "You've been a flirt."
"No," she said with astonishment, "I didn't flirt."
"Of course you did, you did the trick, you magic flirted."
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