Sep 22, 2013
he was doing the usual gig. Making pigeons appearing from the sleeve of his black trenchcoat, making illusions as if to have people believe in his card tricks and doing a little bit of juggling with ten knives and not to get hurt by it. Gravitational control and illusions; and he ended his small street performance for the day with fireworks, snapping his fingers and making small fireworks magically emerging form thin air around him. "Thank you! Thank you!" He voiced, his voice deep and confident; pride was bursting in him from the applause he was getting.
