Daniel's POV

"This school is huge!" Jack said as we pulled up to the campus of John Overton. I have to admit, the school looked pretty prestigious. I did some research of the school on the plane; best in the state in football, basketball, marching band (if you count that as a sport), and ACT scores. At least we'll have someone academically smart. "So, I guess we just wait 'til we see someone with cards." I said, getting out with the rest, flicking the tarot card between my fingers. Yes, I'm nervous, more to the fact that the new Horseman might be a girl than anything else. "Well, it's 3:30. We should be seeing a crowd by now." Henley said, looking at her watch. "Come on now, guys! Every Friday! Give the magician some space!" we heard a very southern girl say into a megaphone. A very large group of students circled 2 girls and a guy. "I'm guessing we're looking for one of them." Merritt said. Let's just hope it's the guy. We walked over to the group of navy and black dress coded high schoolers. "For this final trick, I need a volunteer." A girl in the middle said, hands shooting up at the suggestion. No, it's a girl. Just as I thought this, the girl turned around to show, wow, the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Long chocolate brown hair, tied into a pony tail, sharp green eyes, heart melting smile. Just from the look of her, you knew she was special. Wait... What am I doing? J. Daniel Atlas! Heart melting? You don't talk like that! But, somehow, all of my thoughts were true. She is just so captivating. "How about you, curly brown hair with the intriguing stare." Her voice sliced through my thoughts about her, showing her pointing at me. Even her voice is demanding, like a magician. "You're up Danny." Henley said as I started to walk toward the magician.

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Morgan's POV

"For this final trick, I need a volunteer." I said, about to begin my last trick of the day. I looked over the crowd; many hands that were up were of people that I knew well. I need someone I don't know. I looked over to my left to see a few figures not dressed in navy skirts or black school polos. Standing at the back was a tall, balding man with a fedora (I like your style), a redheaded chick (probably a powerhouse), a rather cute guy with short brown hair (just out of college, I think), and a guy with curly, but messy brown hair with an intriguing stare trailed on me. He's rather handsome if you look at him long enough; soft but sharp jaw line, drilling brown eyes, soft but stern facial features. He had the sharp eyes of a professional magician. That has to be my guy. "How about you, curly brown hair with the intriguing stare." (I didn't mean to rhyme) I said, pointing at him. The redhead spoke to him before he started to walk up.

"I'm..." he started to say. "Don't tell me, that'll come up later in the trick." I said, shuffling my deck. "I want you to pick a card and show it to the crowd." I said, fanning out my cards. "Um, ok." He said. I'm guessing he's so used to being the main attraction, he hasn't watched a trick himself in a while. He picked a card, Ace of Spades; how convenient. "Now, I want you to place that card in your back pocket, please." I said, him doing so. "Now, this is where your name comes in." I said. "As some of you know, I do a bunch of stuff other than just cards. I also do a thing called mentalism, targeted guessing if you want to simplify." I said to the crowd and him. The guy sent a look to the guy in the fedora, making the man softly laugh, along with the rest of that little group. "With that skill, I will try and guess your name." I said. "Great." He said, sarcastically.

"Let's see. First name. A, B, C, D" I started to say, looking for a difference in his normal stature. His ears twitched at the letter D. "D.... wait, there's a name before that name. You're regularly called by the D name." I said, feeling a mental wall. "Let's see. A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J" his ears twitched once again. "J. Just J. You don't want anyone knowing that one." I said, receiving a slightly surprised look from him. "D. Dan, Darren, Daniel (ear twitch) Daniel. Now to your last name. A... (ear twitch). A, Adams, Abrams, Art, Atlas (ear twitch). Atlas. J. Daniel Atlas......" I said, finding his name. J. Daniel Atlas, where have I heard that name before? Wait, it can't be. "Well, I'll be..." I said, receiving a slight smirk from my volunteer. He was the ring leader for the famous Four Horseman. A Horseman, a part of my trick? How did I not see it from before? "Well, Mr. Atlas, I want you to take the card out of your pocket." I said, a little bit happier that I might just impress the famous magician. He reached into his pocket, a confused look coming to his face. "It's not there." He said, after digging into all of his pockets. "May I see your deck for a moment?" he asked, flustered. He's trying to debunk my trick. Well, I can deal with that. "By all means." I said, handing the deck to him. The Horseman looked through the deck multiple times, shuffling it, getting a feel for the deck. After about the 4th time, he gave the deck back. "The card's not there either." He said, a little disappointed in himself. "Well, you're looking too hard, Mr. Atlas. Why, isn't one of your famous sayings 'The more you look,'" I started to quote from him, shuffling the deck once again. "'the less you see?''" I finished the quote, fanning the cards face up except for one. "Why don't you pull that card, Mr. Atlas?" I said. He looked me in the eyes as he slowly pulled the card out from the fan. It was the Ace of Spades with something added to it. "There is something written on your card. What does it say?" I asked, as he showed the crowd his card. "It says 'J. Daniel Atlas' in my signature." He said, looking a little bit impressed. So, I was right on his signature. "Well, thank you every one from staying after school. I'll be back next Friday." I said, ending my show. "If anyone want to drop some loose change, maybe a buck or two, for Little Jackson Steel, drop it in the hat. It would be greatly appreciated." Josie said into the megaphone. The crowd of students dispersed, some people, dropping money. "$40. Not too bad." Jayden said as he counted the money after everyone left. "Hey, what's that?" Josie asked. I looked into the hat to see two cards; my Ace of Spades, and a tarot card with the word 'Magician' on it. 'March 29, 4:44 PM, 45 East Evan St, NY, NY.'