The magician performed the same show every night. It looked a little different each time but the essential elements of the show remained the same. He had to work hard to make sure everyone was looking at his right hand while he performed the trick with his left.
The majority of his audience were so impressed that they would continue to come to his shows week after week. There were some that would eventually look to his left hand and finally discover the trick. Once they saw it they couldn’t unsee it. The magician noticed the people who discovered his trick. He could see it in their eyes. The eyes that were once in awe of his talent looked disappointed in learning the truth. Before they could say anything to anyone, during the show break, he would ask security to have them removed. He would make up any story he could to make sure that those who no longer were enamored by his talent didn’t infect the others.
Outside the building word spread quickly and it was too late. The once popular magician no longer had an audience to feed his need for attention. He slowly faded away and the audience had quickly forgot the magician as they looked for something of substance.
He walked out of the back door of the empty room to go somewhere else where he could be loved again. Unfortunately, since he had never learned any new tricks, he just went from town to town, never again getting the audience numbers he had when he first began.