It's to the best of our knowledge. I'm Anne Strange Champs, 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.

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.

Read those out loud so everybody can hear them.

27, 39, 13, 4, 22, and 2.

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