"Ladies and gentlemen." I heard a man's voice call and I looked up from the circular bar as the crowded room cheered. A young man with short brown hair, dark eyes and dressed all in black, stepped onto the top of a table. People towards the back of the bar cheered as they saw the man's face, and my breath caught in the back of my throat as the face of Jack Wilder, one of the famous Horsemen, looked out through the crowd. To say I was a fan of the Horsemen would be an understatement. Their shows were incredible and had inspired me to learn magic myself. Well, when I say magic, it's more like extreme pick-pocketing street performances, computer hacking and strange random talents, but I like to think it's magic.

"Are we all having a good night?" Jack called out and everyone cheered. "Excellent." He grinned. "Who wants to see some magic?" he asked and again, the audience cheered. "Alright. Now I need two volunteers…how about you sir…and you ma'am." He pointed to a man a few tables from him and a woman in the far corner of the bar. "Now, please stand up and hold up a straw each." Jack said to them and they both held up black, plastic straws. Jack pulled out a stack of playing cards and shuffled them from hand to hand. "I think these straws a little long. Don't you?" he asked and threw a card towards the first man holding the straw and the card cut straight through the plastic straw. The crowed 'ooed' and cheered as Jack threw another card, this time at the woman in the back corner of the bar. The card flew towards her, circled around her and then cut through her straw as well.

Jack smirked round at the crowd as they cheered. He saw me watching and without looking, shuffled through his cards until he stopped at one. He threw it towards the bar and it turned, flying the entire way around the circular bar and then landed on the glass surface in front of me, tucking it's corner neatly under my drink. I picked up the card and turned it over to see the Queen of Hearts staring up at me. I let out a soft chuckle and smirked, as I looked back at the Horseman who had turned back to the crowd.

"Okay. I will give anyone two-hundred dollars if they can tell me how this trick works." Jack said and pulled out a spoon. "I have an ordinary spoon from my friend at the bar here." He said and nodded to the bar owner who waved at the crowd. "Now, everyone please pay close attention, because I am about to bend this spoon with my mind." He said and held the spoon between his first and second finger, and with the other hand, he hovered it over the spoon's handle and it began to bend downwards.

He held up the spoon, showing the handle, which was bent at a ninety degrees angle and the crowd cheered and applauded. He waited for someone to put their hand up to tell the crowd how the trick was done, but no one did. He grinned round at the crowd, glancing at me with a smirk and I raised my eyebrows as I clapped with the crowd.

"Okay, people. I think we have time for one more trick." Jack said to the crowd. "I want to thank you all for being such an amazing audience, but it's time for me to leave. Goodnight!" he called and pulled out two packs of cards and flicked them into the air and as the cards fell, Jack had disappeared. "Just kidding." His voice called from the other end of the room as he appeared on another table and the audience cried out in surprise and astonishment. "I'm not leaving without a drink first." He grinned and jumped off the table. He made his way through the crowd of people applauding him and patting him on the back, towards the bar.

'Oh my gosh.' I though to myself. 'The Jack Wilder, one of the Horesemen, is coming over. Okay, be cool. Don't go all fangirly. Just be cool and don't embarrass yourself.'

"Very impressive." I said to him as he sat on the bar stool next to me as he wavered to the bar man for a drink, and I held out the Queen Of Hearts card to him.

"Keep it." he said.

"Two-hundred dollars for that spoon trick?" I asked skeptically.

"Yeah, well, no one got it, so, I'm safe." He smirked.

"So, that spoon in your back pocket and the one down your sleeve have nothing to do with it?" I asked, and after a pause, he scoffed and pulled out the two spoons, placing them on the table. "Two-hundred, wasn't it?" I asked. He sighed slightly and went to reach for his wallet. "Keep it." I said, shaking my head and he smiled.

"So, are you here alone, Miss…?" he trailed off.

"Taylor." I said and held out my hand.

"Jack." He replied and shook it. As I let go of his hand, I glanced down and saw a glint of gold as he put his hand in his pocket. I looked down at my hand and saw that my watch was gone.

"So, are you here alone, Taylor?" he asked again, looking down at my sparkly, black dress and dark blue shoes.

"Well, I was going to meet a friend, but she bailed. So, here I am." I said, crossing my legs, knocking his jacket with my shoe, and tipping his wallet out of his pocket. I caught it with my foot and slipped it into my pocket, all without him noticing. 'Two can play that game.' I thought.

"Well, can I buy you a drink?" he asked with a sly grin.

"I'd love one." I replied and watched as he reached for his wallet. He stiffened when he realised it wasn't on his person anymore. "I'll have my watch back, please." I said and held up his wallet.

"Fair game." He said and pulled out my watch. "Any other ticks you got up your sleeve?" he asked as he took back his wallet.

"I wish." I answered. "I mean the Horsemen are probably the best magicians in the world right now, and I can only dream of being that good." I rambled. "I've seen all your shows, every trick all of you have ever done. I am a huge fan." I finished and then realizing how creepy fangirl that sounded, I grimaced. "I'm sorry. That was embarrassing. I just went totally crazed fan on you. I should probably go before I embarrass myself any more. Thanks for tonight, I guess." I said quickly, getting down from the stool. "Okay, bye." I said and quickly turned around and walked towards the door. I could feel him still watching me and I cursed inwardly, throwing my eyes up to the ceiling. 'Great job, Taylor. You embarrassed yourself in front of one of the Horsemen and ruined your chance at trying to impress them.' I thought as I walked out the door and groaned in annoyance as I leant my back against the wall.

I sighed and put my hand out for a taxi.

Once I was back at my apartment I kicked off my shoes and threw my bag onto the couch, before walking to the fridge. I went to open in, but something stuck to the fridge caught my eye and I pulled a tarot card from underneath a magnet stuck to the shiny white door.

On the front of the card was a drawing of an angel, playing a gleaming trumpet to the people on earth and had the word 'Judgement' written in a banner at the bottom.

I flipped over the card and saw an address, a time and a date written on the back of it in white writing, with the symbol of the Egyptian Eye sitting above it. It read:

45 East Evan Street

NYC, NY

4:44 pm

January 11th

January 11th? That was tomorrow. At first I thought it strange, however it wasn't long before curiosity took over. But before I could go rushing off I had to think about this properly. If someone told me to go to a random address, because they found a mysterious card on their fridge, I'd decline and back away quickly. So why then, did I feel like this was important? I looked back at the card. Judgment. In tarot cards, Judgment meant a new beginning, a rebirth.

I decided to sleep on it and think about it in the morning.