Hello. This will be quite a long post/rant, I warn you now.
Little bit of background in case anyone is interested: I'm 17, living in Essex (UK) and been into magic for about a year now. A friend's uncle owns an Indian restaurant in the area, and last month when I finally asked him if he wanted a restaurant magician, he "booked" me for a Christmas party for some random company for today (17th Dec). So I thought, "awesome, how hard can it be?".
The Plan:
Following the advice of Jamie D Grant, I created 2 sets of 3 tricks each. I could have done a third or a fourth, but I decided to pack small.
I also had a spare deck with a few duplicates just in case the opportunity for French Kiss or TnR Transpo came around. And just in case anyone really loved magic, I was ready to do a tonne of impromptu effects, with or without a table.
So having prepared these effects, I thought I could do anything. I would go up to a table, introduce myself, perform the opening effect, leave them stunned, and then move along with the routine. However, as the saying goes, the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry. Not that this was well laid or anything, it was just delusional and over-ambitious.
What Actually Happened:
Over the course of 3 hours, I approached a grand total of 3 groups in the initial drinks reception. The first was a grumpy old couple, who when I attempted to introduce myself, looked upon me with disgust and smirked a negative response when I asked the "would you like to see some magic?" question. Note to self: Introduce yourself better.
Group 2 was another old couple, but they were really friendly. I did the trustworthy Invisible Deck, and although it wasn't met with the usual OMFG response, we had a nice conversation about a magician they met on a cruise who did signed card to ceiling etc.
Group 3 comprised three 30-year old gentlemen (probably not the right word) with beer in their hands. I attempted ID again, but then disaster struck. The guy named the King of Hearts. I thought "ok, king goes with king, I want the King of Spades, black kings are on the back of the deck". But when I opened the deck and spread through I saw a King of Diamonds, and thought "oh dear". I attempted to surreptitiously turn the deck over and spread through again, this time finding the King of Hearts - my heart sank at this point. So I said "OK sorry, trick failed" and tried to laugh it off, but I think they were laughing at me rather than with me.
Turns out that the night before, I had borrowed my friend's ID because mine had worn out over the past year and I needed something easier to handle. Also turns out that the system of red kings with odd cards and black kings with even cards wasn't setup in that particular deck, and because I'm retarded, I didn't think to check to make sure. Sigh.
By this point, the music had gotten so loud and the place so packed with people with champagne glasses that it was impossible to be heard, let alone perform magic. There was a duo playing the Sitar and the Tabla (Indian musical instruments) in the background in the drinks reception, with a band booked for after dinner and half-naked dancers booked for during dinner.
Reflections:
If I ever decide to attempt a restaurant again, I will make sure that it's not when there are 2 bands and a group of dancers hired, with music blaring in the background and people more interested in drinking than doing anything else.
I will always check my ID to make sure that it's set up correctly.
I will improve my Spongeball routine so that it isn't as disorganised as the current one is. Spongeballs would have been perfect during the drinks, as patronising people with an ID (Imagine a deck of cards, spread them out in your mind and all that bs) didn't go down too well, judging by the expressions on the peoples' faces. When I got there I realised that I didn't have any faith at all in the Spongeball routine and wasn't ready to show it to adults, having only ever performed it for children. Perhaps I'll include a flash production of the first ball, and maybe a nicer ending. Oh, and a hell of a lot more practise.
I could have done some "table hopping" in between the dancers and the band while they were setting up, but by that point 2.5 hours had elapsed and I chickened out, telling myself random crap like "you need to improve your routines first" and "they don't want to see magic, they're too busy talking to each other" etc. Looking back, I should have just gone up to a table and said "Hey, wanna see some magic" and not given a damn if I ended up looking like an idiot.
I need to prepare a few very simple, visual tricks for cases where people can't hear speech over music etc. Maybe perfecting CMH followed by a few rubber band things would be helpful.
Finally, I need to man the f*** up and not be afraid to approach tables/people. Maybe going out and accosting random strangers on the street with an ID would be good for getting rid of this fear... assuming I don't chicken out of that too.
Overall:
Overall, I would say that the experience, although not exactly enjoyable, was eye opening in that I realised how much work is still left to do before me and my routines are paid-performance ready. I also realise that this self-deprecating rant is not going to be helpful to anyone, and is nothing like Rick Everhart's inspirational success stories, but hey, we all have to start somewhere... maybe I'll volunteer at a few more hospices/old homes, as they are a much much much more forgiving audience than tipsy/drunk middle-aged men.
Btw, if any seasoned pros have read this far, it would be great to hear your thoughts about performing in these kinds of conditions. And also if you have any tips regarding routining, effects, flash paper, confidence, preparation, or anything really, I would love to hear them
Happy Holidays!
-Ali
Little bit of background in case anyone is interested: I'm 17, living in Essex (UK) and been into magic for about a year now. A friend's uncle owns an Indian restaurant in the area, and last month when I finally asked him if he wanted a restaurant magician, he "booked" me for a Christmas party for some random company for today (17th Dec). So I thought, "awesome, how hard can it be?".
The Plan:
Following the advice of Jamie D Grant, I created 2 sets of 3 tricks each. I could have done a third or a fourth, but I decided to pack small.
- Spongeball
- Stand up Monte
- Invisible Deck
- Tagged (Richard Sanders)
- Look Sharp (Wayne Goodman)
- 2 card transpo with already signed card from last effect
I also had a spare deck with a few duplicates just in case the opportunity for French Kiss or TnR Transpo came around. And just in case anyone really loved magic, I was ready to do a tonne of impromptu effects, with or without a table.
So having prepared these effects, I thought I could do anything. I would go up to a table, introduce myself, perform the opening effect, leave them stunned, and then move along with the routine. However, as the saying goes, the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry. Not that this was well laid or anything, it was just delusional and over-ambitious.
What Actually Happened:
Over the course of 3 hours, I approached a grand total of 3 groups in the initial drinks reception. The first was a grumpy old couple, who when I attempted to introduce myself, looked upon me with disgust and smirked a negative response when I asked the "would you like to see some magic?" question. Note to self: Introduce yourself better.
Group 2 was another old couple, but they were really friendly. I did the trustworthy Invisible Deck, and although it wasn't met with the usual OMFG response, we had a nice conversation about a magician they met on a cruise who did signed card to ceiling etc.
Group 3 comprised three 30-year old gentlemen (probably not the right word) with beer in their hands. I attempted ID again, but then disaster struck. The guy named the King of Hearts. I thought "ok, king goes with king, I want the King of Spades, black kings are on the back of the deck". But when I opened the deck and spread through I saw a King of Diamonds, and thought "oh dear". I attempted to surreptitiously turn the deck over and spread through again, this time finding the King of Hearts - my heart sank at this point. So I said "OK sorry, trick failed" and tried to laugh it off, but I think they were laughing at me rather than with me.
Turns out that the night before, I had borrowed my friend's ID because mine had worn out over the past year and I needed something easier to handle. Also turns out that the system of red kings with odd cards and black kings with even cards wasn't setup in that particular deck, and because I'm retarded, I didn't think to check to make sure. Sigh.
By this point, the music had gotten so loud and the place so packed with people with champagne glasses that it was impossible to be heard, let alone perform magic. There was a duo playing the Sitar and the Tabla (Indian musical instruments) in the background in the drinks reception, with a band booked for after dinner and half-naked dancers booked for during dinner.
Reflections:
If I ever decide to attempt a restaurant again, I will make sure that it's not when there are 2 bands and a group of dancers hired, with music blaring in the background and people more interested in drinking than doing anything else.
I will always check my ID to make sure that it's set up correctly.
I will improve my Spongeball routine so that it isn't as disorganised as the current one is. Spongeballs would have been perfect during the drinks, as patronising people with an ID (Imagine a deck of cards, spread them out in your mind and all that bs) didn't go down too well, judging by the expressions on the peoples' faces. When I got there I realised that I didn't have any faith at all in the Spongeball routine and wasn't ready to show it to adults, having only ever performed it for children. Perhaps I'll include a flash production of the first ball, and maybe a nicer ending. Oh, and a hell of a lot more practise.
I could have done some "table hopping" in between the dancers and the band while they were setting up, but by that point 2.5 hours had elapsed and I chickened out, telling myself random crap like "you need to improve your routines first" and "they don't want to see magic, they're too busy talking to each other" etc. Looking back, I should have just gone up to a table and said "Hey, wanna see some magic" and not given a damn if I ended up looking like an idiot.
I need to prepare a few very simple, visual tricks for cases where people can't hear speech over music etc. Maybe perfecting CMH followed by a few rubber band things would be helpful.
Finally, I need to man the f*** up and not be afraid to approach tables/people. Maybe going out and accosting random strangers on the street with an ID would be good for getting rid of this fear... assuming I don't chicken out of that too.
Overall:
Overall, I would say that the experience, although not exactly enjoyable, was eye opening in that I realised how much work is still left to do before me and my routines are paid-performance ready. I also realise that this self-deprecating rant is not going to be helpful to anyone, and is nothing like Rick Everhart's inspirational success stories, but hey, we all have to start somewhere... maybe I'll volunteer at a few more hospices/old homes, as they are a much much much more forgiving audience than tipsy/drunk middle-aged men.
Btw, if any seasoned pros have read this far, it would be great to hear your thoughts about performing in these kinds of conditions. And also if you have any tips regarding routining, effects, flash paper, confidence, preparation, or anything really, I would love to hear them
Happy Holidays!
-Ali