It's to the best of our knowledge.

I'm Anne Strangeamps, and I believe in magic.

Do you meet magician Nate Staniforth?

One night, I was performing in an on-campus bar at a college in Chicago.

I walked out on stage,

and you could just feel the hostility in the room.

In a minute, something's going to happen.

You're not going to know what to think.

The audience was pretty evenly divided between people who'd come there to watch a magic show

and people would come there to drink.

And there was one guy, six feet, looked like a football player or a boxer.

You suck!

And he started booing before I even walked out on stage.

I'd jump up on top of this guy's table. This does succeed in

getting everyone to pay attention. There's a solution I developed. It's called the lottery

prediction. I handed the football player my wallet. Inside there's a lottery ticket and chose six random people from the audience.

Think of a number that's somewhere between one and 50.

Twenty-seven.

Thirty-nine.

Thirteen.

Two.

And then I asked the football player to stand, open my wallet, and pull out the lottery ticket.

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