Okay, let's stick around.

Spigo's Hypno Show

"Oh I've always wanted to try one of these things!" exclaims Diane, looking as adorable as can be, "Let's stick around, okay?" How can you say no to that face?

Diane waves her hand in the air, barely staying in her seat as she jitters. "Well, there's a beautiful young lady," says Spigo, spotting Diane's enthusiasm, "c'mon up here!" Diane hops out of her chair and ascends the stage.

The performing platform is equipped with a row of ten armchairs, all lined up in a single row. "Sit anywhere you like," says Spigo, as Diane takes up a spot toward the far left. The other volunteers shuffle in, and when everyone is in his seat, Spigo puts one finger into the air, cuing the spotlights. The surprised volunteers flinch as the illumination goes right into their eyes. Spigo courteously signals the spot-man to lower the power a little.

"Now, my friends," says Spigo, turning back to his volunteers, "I want you all to look up at those lights. Look up at those lights so they shine in your eyes like diamonds. Let them sparkle." The gang of ten do as they're told, eventually getting used to the slightly dimmer lighting. "Don't look away," instructs Spigo, "look at them so that you can't see anything else. Just put your hands in your laps and don't move. Don't feel anything. Now just listen to my voice." He paces about the stage, going left and right, checking that each person is doing what he or she is supposed to. The volunteers sit motionless, totally focused on the lights above them. A hush falls over the crowd.

"Listen to my voice, friends, just listen to my voice. My voice is the only thing you can hear." Spigo continues his pacing, examining everyone as he goes, checking that they are all comfortable, careful not to step in the way of the hot lights above.

The other nine don't budge as one woman, a brunette with curly, shoulder-length locks, complains about the lighting. "I don't like these lights," she says, beginning to turn away. Spigo rushes over to attend to her.

"Spigo, I can't see anything except sunspots and, like, there are all these colors in my eyes...I feel like I'm going to go blind..." He explains to her that it is perfectly normal, and that she should try to relax as much possible. "It is only to help you concentrate on my voice. In a few moments, you won't even notice it," he promises. Then the magician steps back.

"Now all of you," he addresses his volunteers, "relax, and bask in the warmth of the lights, bask in the colors. Don't be afraid, just relax, and listen to me." Spigo starts to speak in a slow, lazy tone, stretching his words out as much as he can, as deeply as he can.

"Relaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaax...." His one hand waves through the air like it's in slow motion. Not much changes as everyone continues to look up into the air.

"You are getting sleeeeeeeepy...
"You can barely keep your eyes opennnnn...
"You are all so verrrrry tiiiiired...."

You spot Diane's eyelids starting to droop, as well as those of the other guests. They look positively **** out, their pupils beginning to roll up into their eyes.

"Yes, that's very good," says Spigo, noticing his subjects starting to go under, "but it can be even better. You can relax so much better. Relax, my friends. Relax. Relaaax..."

Soon the entire group is looking dazed, tired, and lost, and yet still very lazily focused, probably on whatever strange tricks of color and light they have dancing on their retinas right now.

"Now sleep. Sleep." Spigo starts from the right and pushes everyone's weary head to rest into the shoulder of the next person. When he reaches Diane he places her head into the last person's shoulder and moves back to the centerstage. It's strange seeing her like that: utterly powerless, having no apparent control. There's a certain eroticism that's difficult to explain.

Spigo stands before the somnulent group, chuckling at his own handiwork. "Now that all of you are asleep, you can only hear my voice. You will only do what I say." To test their suggestibility, he tests his subjects with a few simple commands.

A corpulent man in the center does as he is asked, raising his arms into the air, in the specified order with the specified limb. "Good, good," remarks Spigo. He moves on to the brunette who was having trouble earlier, and he soon has her on all fours, barking like a dog. He stoops down to the floor and asks the woman her name, but she just keeps barking. With a wave of his fingers before her eyes, he tells her that she is human again, and asks her name. "Sanja," she replies.

"Thank you, Sanja, now sit back in your chair. That's it. Sleep. You were having some problems before, Sanja. How are you feeling now?" Sanja, with her head drooped and her eyes closed, starts to answer, but the magician immediatley cuts her off.

"You feel relaxed now, don't you, Sanja?" He practically jams it down her throat, and she dutifully complies in her hypnotized state.
"Yes, I feel relaxed now."
"Nothing bothers you now, isn't that right, Sanja?"
"No, nothing bothers me now."
"Very good, Sanja."

When Spigo is satisfied that his volunteers are completely hypnotized, he turns to the audience, holding out his hands as he had before. "Now, Ladies and Gentlemen, the guests are under my power" he begins, "but we are all friends here, and so these guests are under -our- power.