I sat in the theatre as a skeptic as The Great Georgio pointed at me.
“Stand up,” He said, beckoning me with his hand.
“You’re in IT, yes?”
I nodded and the room laughed.
“You had a dog, what was its name… Rip? Because it tore furniture?”
I smile burst on my face and the room erupted.
“And you are going to die tonight.”
The room fell silent. I looked around at the stunned faces of the crowd.
“I’m so sorry, sometimes the visions come to me and I speak before I think,” he said, “I’m so sorry, is it Jason?”
I nodded again and the crowd burst in applause.
I sat down slowly.
When the show ended, I walked around to the stage door. I waited behind the girls, obviously in love with the man with the Spanish twang.
Twenty minutes later he emerged and began signing autographs, taking photos with his fans. I waited until they left to approach him.
He saw me waiting and waved me over.
“Jason, is that right?” He said with a squint.
“I’m worried about what you said,” I responded.
“Come with me,” He said putting an arm on my shoulder and he led me along the alleyway behind the theatre.
“I’ll let you in on a little secret. You know what I do is cold reading? Well, some things are easy, like your profession, you look like a geek.” He laughed.
“Some things are harder, and I won’t give them away. Others are just self fulfilling prophecies.”
I gasped as the knife slid into my stomach.
“I hope you enjoyed the show, Jason.”