delight.
âItâs me, old friend.â
Harsh jumped from his seat and wrapped Henry in his arms. He towered over a foot above Henry but was much skinnier. âOld friend!â he shouted. âWhat are you doing here?â Then he abruptly pulled away, looking at me, then back at Henry. Concern was written all over his face.
âHenry, now just what are you doing here?â
âIâve brought the kid in, to help him out.â
Harsh seemed almost panicked. âGoodness, Henry! Do you know what that means? Is it time? Are you sure?â
Suddenly I remembered what big Betty had said at the entranceway, that it was a big deal that Henry was helping me out. Henry, too, had said it was a big deal, though he never told me why.
âWhat does that mean?â I asked. âWhat does it mean that youâre helping me out, Henry?â
The two men just looked at each other as if I hadnât spoken.
âGeez,â Harsh breathed, staring at Henry in disbelief. âYou are sure.â
Henry nodded.
Harsh looked at the ground and kicked the earth.
An awkward few moments passed. I felt as though I were on the outside of a big secret.
âOkay,â Harsh said. âHow can I help?â
T he show started. After a brief introduction, Harsh bounded onto the stage like a teenager. The crowd of about a hundred clapped politely, the way crowds do when theyâre interested but have no clue who the performer is.
Harsh launched into his act: âLadies and gentlemen, tonight youâre going to be stunned by the power of your subconscious mind. Youâre going to laugh at your friends; youâre going to learn to control your thoughts and actions; youâre going to be hypnotized! â
The crowd clapped, harder this time, and a few people whistled. Standing to the right of the stage, I chuckled at the crowd. They were excited about being hypnotized?
Harsh asked the crowd to close their eyes and start counting back from fifty. He told them he was not hypnotizing them but just testing to see if they were able to be hypnotized. While they were counting down, he explained what hypnosis was, stressing the word control several times. â. . . You are the one in control of your mind. . . . If hypnotized, you will still be in control of yourself.â At the end of the fifty seconds, Harsh asked who in the crowd absolutely believed they could not be hypnotized. âWho among you believes you are in complete control of your mind?â
About half the crowd raised their hands.
âGreat!â Harsh said. âWeâve found our pool of volunteers!â
Harsh chose ten peopleâfive men and five womenâand asked them to come to the stage.
As they arrived, I told them to stand shoulder to shoulder, facing the crowd, just as Harsh had instructed me to do before the show.
Harsh looked at the ten people and asked, âNow, how many of you are shy? How many of you are truly embarrassed to be standing in front of the crowd right now?â
A skinny, short woman in a black skirt raised her hand. So did a heavyset woman in a red sweater and a tall man in a white jersey.
The hypnotist asked those three people to come to the front of the stage. âNow, everyone give a hand to these three brave souls.â
The crowd clapped, and Harsh scanned all the volunteersâ faces.
âNow, the truth is, I know that all ten of you are a little nervous right now,â he said. âSo tell you what: I want all ten of you to just close your eyes for a second and take a deep breath. . . . Good. . . . Now let it go. Good. Breathe in deep again and hold it: one, two, three, four. Now exhale slowly: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. Now, just calm yourselves down. Tune out all the nervous thoughts and just tune in to my voice. . . . Tune out all the thoughts running through your head. . . . Turn off your thoughts. . . . Thatâs it . . . just listen to my