Words by Gregory Goh
In an ice-cold room, dressed in only a T-shirt and shorts, I sat in a corner, watching the various performances on stage during the last night of a camp. Except that I wasn’t really paying attention to the exotic dances and entertaining skits. All I knew was that I was shivering from head to toe, not because of the cold, but because I was nervous beyond compare. My heart kept pounding like bongo drums on steroids. I went through my performance in my head, thinking about what I should say and do. I totally was
not prepared for it, to be honest.
I took a deep breath when I heard the applause for the previous number. “Next up, we shall have Gregory up on stage, I think he has some magic for us, is that right?” said the emcee. I stood up and nodded. Armed with only a deck of cards, a heart that is desperately trying to escape my chest cavity, and my nonexistent charisma, I shambled up on stage for my debut... as a magician.
