If believing a "magician" isn't lying to you helps you enjoy the show better then I'm not here to stop you. Enjoy!

Unfortunately, when you look at modern "magicians" these days like Criss Angel, Derren Brown, Dynamo etc .. yes, they all actually do have stooges planted, and all of what is presented in their filmed shows is heavily edited from what you see in person.

And I didn't say everyone was in on it. A few choice stooges in the audience who conveniently had guys with mics standing right behind them. These kinds of performances (albeit without the mics) have been performed this exact same way for as long as magic has existed.

There isn't just "someone in the crowd with a microphone". There is a person with a microphone INSTANTLY next to whoever he talks to. Maybe they magically appear there. Or maybe there's hundreds of people holding mic's. OR it's an obvious setup and he has people with mics standing near the actor in the audience that he's going to do the act with? hmm.

I'm not expecting actual magic, but I do enjoy magic performances when they are done well. But this obviously fake, edited and staged bullshit sucks imo.

@lucky760 re. "the fake contacting dead relatives thing". What's simpler? That they researched all the audience members social internet profiles or that Brown had plants in the audience? Oldest trick in the book.

I wish the beautiful girl on the left wasn't obscured by that damn mic stand.

what types of mic stands are those??!

(runs in from other room) Ah excuse me, my apologies for being late! (approaches mic stand, furiously searching for speech, prepares)

It is in the course of our daily Sifting, that we are treated to some great videos by the person we are honoring here today. JiggaJonson, you've given us some of the best... (looks out and notices giant birthday cake hiding girl inside, "Hooray for gwiz665!!" emblazoned in icing along its base)

"Ah damn it!" (runs, doubles back) "Congrats gwiz!!!" (makes mad dash for the side doors)

I go to work
Like a doctor
When I rock the mic
You got to like
The way I operate
I make miracles happen
Just from rappin'
I'm so lyrically potent
And I'm flowin'
And explodin'
On the scene mean
I got the potential
To make you go
Then chill
I got the credentials
That is of which I chose
To make a rhyme
And chill
Then you know
I will fulfill
To make a couple of mill
As I build a guild
For all the rappers and skills
And kill the weak rappers and no thrills
Hang 'em an ephigy
If he's a sucker
Hang 'em to the left of me
Cause my right hand man
Is my mic stand and
The microphone that I own
And my game plan
Is keeping at a steady pace
Ain't no need for a rush
It ain't no race
I'ma hit the top
Just when I wanna
And it's a matter of time
And I'm gonna
Cause I know when to
Go 'head enter
The classic Moe Dee rap
That sent ya
Runnin' around
Holdin' ya head
Askin' ya homeboy
Yo man
You hear what he said
Another funky rhythm
Look at ya man
And give him a high five
Cause I'm live
Runnin' around with him
Telling everybody
Hanging out on the block
It's time to wake up
And check the clock
Punch it
I go to work
I go to work
I go to work
Like an architect
I build a rhyme some times it climbs so erect
Skyscrapers look like atoms
Cars electrons rollin' in patterns
Writing out word after word
With each letter it becomes visably better
Cause my foundation built a nation of rappers
And after I came off vaction
I came to roam
The land I own
And stand alone on the microphone
Daddy's home
Open the door playtime is over
Time to go to work and show the
Suckers in the place who run their face
The base and a taste of who's the ace
Start the race
I'm coming in first
With each verse
I build a curse
So rappers can't capture Moe Dee's rapture
After I got ya
I have to slap ya
Senseless with
Endless rhymes don't pretned this
Is anything short of stupendous
And when this rhyme is done
Your mind will become
So trapped in the rap
You'll lust on another one
You gotta wait it takes time
I don't write I build a rhyme
I draw plans draft the diagrams
An architect in effect
And it slams
And if it's weak when I'm done
Renovate and build another one
I go to work
I go to work
I go to work
Like a boxer
Train the brain and aim
To out fox ya
Like a punch my rhyme knocks ya
Some times it rocks ya
So hard it stops ya
Dead in your tracks
So power packed
Before you can react
You're flat on your back
Down for the count
Get up and dismount
Cause I'm coming
With an endless amount
Of words in a hurry
Like a flurry
A collage to camouflage
The power punch but don't worry
Knowledge is an antidote
I got hand of smoke
Writing at the speed of light with insight
I wrote
Rhymes at a level
So you can't relate
Unless you're intelligent
So stay awake
Sleepwalkers
Slick talkers
This time a native New Yorker's
Riding a crescendo wave to save the mental
State of the fan so he can understand my pencil
Rhymes in its highest form
I'm a drop it on ya like a bomb
When it explodes I'll blow up
A few casualties but so what
If you're slow
You blow
You know you go
I flow
I throw all pro
I go to work
I go to work
To say rap is not work
Is ludicrous
Whoever said it
Must be new to this
When you hear me
You'll compare me
To a prophet for profit
Not merely
Putting words together for
Recreation
Each rhyme's a dissertation
You wanna know my occupation
I get paid to rock the nation
I go to work
I go to work
I go to work

Wow. The lady in the pink outfit clearly hits the mic stand, driving the microphone sown the poor singer's throat. What unfortunate timing.

Unbelievable. Almost tempted to call fake, but it seems to be real.