Why did I want to learn to be a magician? Pt 6 – Joining the Magic Circle
June 21, 2020
I swear I am trying to stick to the “pertinent” details of my life that got me to where I am, but apparently I enjoy talking about myself a little too much. I cannot thank you enough for continuing to read this drivel.
On with the story though.
Having quit my corporate life, I went back to pursuing magic. I had enough money saved up to support myself for a while and began working on my career as a magician again.
The smartest thing I had done during my time in that office was following through on the process to join the Magic Circle. To this day, something I am still incredibly proud of.
Back in Sydney, I had been introduced to Alfred Hayes, a member who I would go on to visit a few times, he lived very far away and it was difficult to see him regularly, but we met every few months to discuss all things magic, sharing stories and reminiscing of the old days. This true gentleman was kind enough to be the proposer for my membership.
As is the case with many clubs, after finding your proposer, you need a seconder and I was lucky enough to already know someone who could put me through to the next stage. After submitting the necessary information and documentation, including a written assessment, I was able to move onto the next stage, and relatively informal 1-2-1 interview, which I thought went rather well. The final piece of the puzzle was the test.
I’m not always a scatter brain, but on the day of the test, which is held at the magic circle club house, I was en route when I got a phone call asking me where I was. I started panicking and once my painfully slow moving train finally arrived at Euston train station, I sprinted to the club house.
Arriving in a flop sweat, I was greeted by a very friendly face, David Weeks. A phenomenally kind soul who did everything he could to calm me down. I was in luck, the other test taker that day was also late, and so they had delayed everything for us. Thank heavens for David’s calm reassurance!
I entered and my test began, which takes the form of a fifteen minute performance slot where you have to prove your abilities to a room full of magicians and some judges. If I hadn’t already been drenched in sweat, I certainly would have been before long. Quite possibly the toughest, and also the most supportive, audience I’ve ever performed too. I did my best and it seemed to have gone down well, so I sat back and began the wait for the results.
I can’t remember how long the wait was, again I must apologise for my useless memory (I can still remember the fact that butterflies taste with their feet if that helps you at all), but it was a much less painful wait than it could have been because of my far more painful office job that did a good job of distracting me. Eventually my certificate arrived and I was a full blown genuine member of the Magic Circle.
All was right with the world. I began taking full advantage of my membership, attending every Monday meeting, attempting to network with other magicians, I would get quite star struck when getting to meet some of the incredibly magicians I had grown up watching and idolising.
The amount of work I was getting increased, only a little bit but it was an increase, until I made a mess of the whole thing as only a woefully naive “big fish” from Sydney could. I will put all the gory details in my next post, along with the painful lessons I learned. Previous Blog Next Post