"After Roswell", A.H. Roberts [the best motivational books txt] 📗

the face of Hank. As he passes in and out of view. I snap out of the day dream and continue to turn the knobs. Tuning in on the other stations. I'm hearing a variety of other music. Some is classical and others new to the period. I find that many cultures have equal chances of hearing their favorite music being played. My feeling toward the technology is a future advancement these humans can't even imagine. How radio will not only be able to be heard around the world. But these very signals will reach others in space. If we have heard the broadcasting. I'm sure others are listening, only waiting to respond.
I leave the motel and begin to look for a opening of employment. Extra money only helps me on my mission. Walking down the bar I plan to ask if this owner might need a extra hand. I'll work for cheap, if I have to. Once through the entrance. I see a different bartender, washing some glasses. I put my elbows on the counter."Hey excuse me sir. Are you the owner?" He doesn't give much body language to the question. He stop entirely what he was doing. "Yea. So what you want?" I just put the story infront of him. And when I mean story I mean story. "I just got here with little money left. Need to make some extra cash to get where I'm going". He looks at my attire. Knowing my clothing are things a country boy would wear. After some pondering last night. I knew want the bartender said last night. That she wasn't into the farm type. I figure more interactions. More I can blend into bigger populations. I listen as the owner gives his decision. "There isn't any vacant positions here. But on Fridays and Saturdays, during the night. I guess the lady that works those shifts wouldn't mind a little help". I look with ample approach. Shaking the gentlemen's hand before I even get the job. He backs up for a moment. Like I was cover in deadly germs."Well hold on son. I didn't give you the job yet. But we got the balloon races coming up and tourist come through for the races. So business is more business then usual". I respond."Sorry about the excitement. Just really need the extra money. But if I do get the job. When do I start?" He looks at the calender behind the bar, above the glasses."Well it's Wednesday. I guess you can start this week. Be here Friday night. We could use your help". He shakes my hand with the job given. With the job situation being accomplish earlier then thought. I decide to take more excessive look at the city. With the job I'm able to investigate other people. Gathering intel for my records. Observation and engaging with others gives me more information about the species I resemble. Feeling of acceptance within the bar atmosphere makes me aggressive to speak to others. We have some common ground in the effort to get drunk as possible. Being out of ones body or unwinding from the daily life these humans struggle to understand. They seek more for themselves in the future. Most of the people in this city are university students. Who at the time are taking off the semester. Little easedropping explain the influx of people. Walking further down the street. A crowd has formed on the sidewalk. A performer of some kind is trying to get the people's attention. "Alright folks please gather around me as you will see a magician at work". He is holding a deck of playing cards. Shuffling the deck he asks a person in the crowd to participate in a trick. "Okay sir. I would like you to pick any card from the deck. My job will be to figure which card is yours". The gentlemen takes a card from deck, revealing the ace of spades. "If you would please sir show the crowd the card you have in your hand". He shows the card to the nearest people around him. "Alright. Now sir please put the card back in the deck". He shuffles the cards one more time. The magician closes his eyes. He answers the crowd. "Is this your card. The ace of spades". This man is amaze that the trickster was able to pick out the right card. The whole crowd begins to applaud. Throwing a little money in the magician's hat near his feet. "Thank you very much ladies and gentlemen. But my time is finish for today. I will perform more on the local stage later. If anyone is up to witness some more magic than card tricks". I realize that he isn't a mind reader at all. He is only able to trick the crowd with slight of hand and simple distractions with his body movements. My feeling for the simple magic is something that I could do. A piece of artistic performance. I think my people will love it.
During the free time in the city. I purchase certain items to take back to home world. Gifts for friends back home. After that a enjoyment of movies that were showing at the local threater. Since I was already seated. I stuck around for the magician's show. He is very good at his talent while performing on the streets. People believe in the magic infront of them. I've found out that most of these tricks I can learn quickly. Probably even better. The money this magician makes is a pretty good sum of cash for a simple performer. He must make constant trips around other cities or outside the states region. I have research him well. Sticking around for the entire show. With the performance over. I exit around the back alley. I'll spark a conversation with him, in revealing some of his secrets. I might be willing to show him mine? I stand in the back loading area. In hopes of catching this magician and exchange some words. When he comes out the exit. I approach the man."Hey pretty good show. You had a good crowd tonight. Better crowd than had form earlier". He seems busy and not willing to engage me in conversation."Thank you very much. But I've got another show. So I have get moving". He starts to pack his belongings in his vehicle for the trip out of town. I stay persistant. "Can I ask you a question. He stops from the packing. I realize he is becoming agitated. "Whats your secret? Those tricks that you perform tonight". I know that this question has surface to him many times. As he is straight forward and aggressive toward such a question. Pressing his two fingers into my chest. He answers."Look buddy. I don't like it when people ask me about my tricks. Its a magician code not to reveal". He continues to put his belongings in the trunk. Its when I decide to reveal a trick of my own."I know you have a card in your left pocket. Its the joker, isn't it". He digs through his left pocket pulling out the card I determined was the joker. "How the hell did you do that. I didn't even know I had a joker in my pocket". I put my hand out to shake his hand."My name is Lucas. I'm sort of magician myself. Just trying to get some new material. If you have some spare time. I'm staying at the motel down the street". He shakes my hand with a dumb founded expression. Hypnotize on how I guess the card in his pocket. After several minutes. He replies." I have a little time before I hit the road. Still don't know how you did that". I walk away heading toward the motel and give him another taste of my talents. I hollar to him from the end of the sidewalk."YOU MUST LOVE YOUR WIFE ALOT. SINCE YOU KEEP HER SO CLOSE TO YOUR HEART". He opens his coat. In his hand is a picture of his wife. He looks for me down the street. But I'm gone from view.
Few hours later. I'm in my room when I hear a knock at the door. Its probably the magician? I get up from my seat to open the door. The magician come through. Very eager to know my magic. As he is nervous and probably in a rush to get on the road. I explain to him about a proposition."I've decided to expose my magic to you. If you do the same for me. Also give me some details about where you have been. My tricks are simple to learn and a man of your talents surely knows that". I take a seat, pointing the offering to him as well. "I know how you perform your tricks, somewhat? Just wondering how you got started. He seats down explains. From his youth, into his adult life. On how he fell in love with magic. Everthing from his first show to how he made it big. He even gave grandiloquent information about certain venues he had visit. Some of the places he has performed were across Europe, Asia, and as far down in South America. In his pocket he kept things he found while performing. A penny of President Lincoln that he found where he perform at. It was the threater were the country's leader was assassinated. As well as a button that he found while performing infront of Adolf Hilter . He said witness the button fall when Hilter was making his rounds with the other officers. His pocket was filled with many other items. All having a story to tell. Its the reason I wanted to know from the magician about the places he had performed. Trying to gasp a hold of the many places that exist outside this country. Its better to get information through direct contact. I really didn't have interest in his magic. Since I knew I could accomplish his tricks on my own. This magician has given me alot more detail about other regions. California might be just temporary journey? With knowing of this new information. I need to visit these other locations. After the conversation with him. The magician pulls a deck of cards from his shirt pocket. Then he teaches me the simple card tricks he perform in the street and the acts he did in the threater earlier. I find that the tricks are simple as he puts it. There is only two techniques. Use your hands and small distractions to keep the focus off the crowds attention."So those are the tricks I perform on a regular basis. You can learn more from books of other famous magicians in the library. But most is what I picked up from others". He gives me a deck of cards. Still sealed in the box, and directions of how to perform the trick. He finally gets to the question of how I performed the mind reading trick."How did you know about the joker and the picture of my wife in my pockets. There was no way you could of known that". He is so in a hurry to know the secret. I have to keep my end of the bargin. Since he showed me the secrets of his skills and locations. I explain the skills involve."You wouldn't believe me if I told you. There not as simple as the tricks you shown me. It takes the power of the mind". Anger reveals in his face. He feels I scam him. "Look I show you my magic. Its time you really stop screwing around and tell me the secret"! He pushes me while in my chair. Getting up from his seat. A twisted, crazed expression. With his hands clutched in a ball. I laugh in my head. Only if this human knew my true character behind the curtain. So I grab his shoulders,