And for my last trick. . . [Nerd on a Wire]

“If you’ve seen magic shows before,” says the Nerd, stepping to the edge of the stage, “then you know that the last trick is always the most amazing.  Some incredible transformation.” He counts silently to seven and waits for some sort of response.  There isn’t one. The audience has been watching this show for a while.  Afterwards, they wouldn’t be able to remember for exactly how long.  And it hasn’t been bad, per se.  But it also has not provided the transformative experience promised on the fliers that had lured them into the crumbling theater on a corner in a somewhat marginal neighborhood. “Magickal Transformation GUARANTEED” the flier had proclaimed in sparkly letters that popped off the paper.  And, for one reason or another (perhaps boredom or the desire to impress a new paramour with something unusual) the audience members, 20 or so of them, had responded. They’d paid their $5 and walked into the theater at right about 1 o’clock in the afternoon on a Monday (an odd time for a magic show, they’d thought).  A bare stage with a banner hanging over it at a slight angle had greeted them.  The banner, written in magic marker, read:  “Magical Nerd on a Wire Show for You Yay.” ‘Magical’ looked like it had been written in at the last minute by a five year old who had figured out how to brew his own espresso. As soon as they’d taken their seats, the ‘Magical Nerd’ had appeared.  Engaging, even charming if not particularly nerdy, he’d launched into a magic act.  Cards, a couple of rope tricks, some coins appearing out of the air, some fun stories.  But that’s it.  No big transformation.  But, then, what did they expect for five bucks? So that’s why...