A David Copperfield Story, Replete with Magicked Autographed Headshot
“R.’s roommate tried his damnedest to hit David Copperfield’s face with a dart.”
R. was with his dad in Vegas and was asked to participate in the David Copperfield show they were attending. R. was taken backstage beforehand to rehearse his part, which chiefly involved holding a large, plastic tub out of which a live duck would be summoned. Also, he had to rehearse doing the same trick but in slow-motion.
The show went off without a hitch. R. was “randomly selected” from volunteers in the audience, the duck appeareth, another “random” audience member requested that the trick..sorry, illusion be performed again this time in yes, slow-motion.
In gratitude for his participation, R. was given an autographed headshot of Mr. David Copperfield (Thank god R. got that Theatre Degree from NYU! Otherwise, who knows what might have happened.)
Here’s the fun part: back in Brooklyn, R.’s roommate insisted they had to put the picture up somewhere in the apartment. They “randomly selected” the dartboard. Then R.’s roommate tried his damnedest to hit David Copperfield’s face with a dart. As you can see, some kind of magic repelled the darts, though his hair did get tagged.
We speculated that perhaps Mr. Copperfield protects all of his headshots, maybe performs a mass voodoo spell before handing them out? The story would have been a thousand times better if, after the darts missed, their phone rang and it was David Copperfield laughing at them. Also I read on Wikipedia that one time he and his assistants were mugged, but he did not lose any possessions because he used sleight of hand to make the mugger think he didn’t have any.
Moral: Don’t fuck with an illusionist! Or his headshot! Or his wallet!
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