Page 70 of Offensive Plays
The Mirage’s stage crew preps me for the act right through an earpiece they secretly slipped into my ear to make it appear like I have no idea what’s going on.
“Fergie. Hi, if you can hear me scratch your left eye.”
I look around confused, but do as I’m told.
“Great! The Mirage will be making it look like you disappeared and show you anywhere your teammates might least expect you to be.”
I nod wondering if they can even hear me if I said something.
“So where would that be?”
The Mirage is still prepping the stage for the act.
“My bed at the Delano. It has a scenic view.”
“Perfect. We’ll send you there.”
That’s all the voice says before I’m being silently summoned by The Mirage.
“Ok,” I rise up from where I’ve been sitting to the side.
The masked man opens a set up curtains and motions for me to step inside.
I give him a weary look and the boys all start heckling me.
“Get in, already.“
“Don’t be such a wuss.”
I glare out them before I go behind the curtain and wave.
“He’s going to close the curtain and you’ll be dropped into a green screen area…in three, two—
“Wait, what?”
The floor disappears beneath me and I land on cushions surrounded by people wearing headsets and polos. A few of the reach out to me and instruct me to lay down while they set up the scene.
Above us I can hear the gasps from the crowd. The Mirage must’ve shown them I’ve gone.
“Just lie there and close your eyes. Pretend to be asleep. We’ll take care of the rest,” the voice from the ear piece says.
“O-okay.” I lay down on the cushioned floor.
“Awesome, now don’t move.”
A few seconds later, I hear the gasps and cheers from the crowd. I can especially hear the Heatwave players from the front row all laughing and cheering.
I don’t know what they saw but I assume it looked real.
“Great work,” the voice says again. “Now we’re going to send you back up. When the curtain pulls back. Just rub your eyes like you just woke up.”
I nod.
“Oh and one more thing, don’t disclose the magic,” the voice says. “Seriously, don’t be that guy.”
I gasp and hold my chest theatrically, “I would never.”
“Good. Thanks for participating. You’ll be asked to sign a non-disclosure agreement before leaving the stage.”