I drove my old car back home and went straight to my room. There were pictures of Houdini, Penn and Teller, and some vintage photos of magic-related things.
I just put my face in my pillow and sobbed.
If only I didn’t make that mistake…I was such a failure and don’t deserve to get into the art of illusion.
As much as I wanted to mope, I couldn’t go on like this for the rest of the day.
No, I had to let my mentor know about this, so I grabbed my star studded phone.