Excerpt from Jelly's Notebook: Take a Bow
My father wasn't just a magician in real life. He also played one on stage.
Born in a trunk. That's me.
I know theatre, but I must admit that the theatre would very much like to not know me. I don't have my father's style. Not by a long shot. He could enthrall an audience. I just make them laugh. That being said, there have been a few moments on stage when I've actually been good. Not great, mind you, just not awful.
Anyway, the purpose of writing this isn't to complain about my lack of stage presence. I'm comfortable behind the scenes, lurking in the shadows.
My father always said that being in the shadows is a good place to be because they never see you coming. Now I don't know who THEY are, though it always sounded just a bit sinister when he said it like he knew something that I didn't.
This isn't new. But before I get entirely off track, just let me say that while my father shined in the spotlight, I shine in the ghost light, creating characters that I shove out into the spotlight in my stead.
That being said, I do have one stage fantasy involving me, several buckets of paint and a dearth of clothes. But, like I said, I create in the ghost light so I offer you this fantasy with one of my creations instead.
- Jellybean Reds, age 17