Mayhem: BioVlog 158 of 384

I’m backstage, standing anxiously waiting to hear the announcer call my name. I’m listening carefully. Coming from the stage in a monotone voice the MC says, “Next we have Richard Turner.”

“Whoa!” The butterflies in my stomach just did a triple summersault. It feels like Sensei Murphy calling me into the ring. I slowly start working my way through my shadowy world, and I run into a table, spilling a glass of water onto fellow competitor John Cornelius’ magic layout, soaking his three-way forcing deck and his silks. (Although I have no idea what I’ve just done.) 

Before I cause anymore mayhem, I feel the hands of Janalee grabbing me by the shoulders and guiding this china shop bull to my onstage card table.