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Published: 2016-03-27 21:59:21 +0000 UTC; Views: 13343; Favourites: 95; Downloads: 61
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Oh so you're the fan? I must say I am so happy to see you... why don't you come join me? I have something to show you dear. something important... well? what are you afraid of? I'm not going to hurt you...What does she show you?
A) Her eyes
B) Her New Outfit
C) A Magic Trick
alright, here is the opening of the interactive story that many of you voted for. I know it is a little short but I assure you the next one will be much longer.
and here are the results if any of you were curious
Taylor Swift: l l
Daise Ridly: l l l l l
Jennet McCurdy: l l
Ariana Grande: l l
Kate Upton: l l l l
It was very close, but in the end Ms. Ridly managed to pull through in the end. please vote again!
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*Cameron looks out at the comedy club from behind the curtain, seeing the seats slowly beginning to full up. She smiles to herself. Good crowd, she thought. On the stage was a large banner reading "Cameron the magnificent: a comedy hypnosis show". Obviously a lot of people thought this kind of thing was trite or hackneyed or even fake, but they usually stayed away from her shows and let her operate in relative piece. Hollywood shows were always exciting, you had the chance of seeing someone famous in the crowd. Cameron takes a sip of water from a bottle, wearing jeans, brown boots and a loose fitting pink sweater, she nods as the stage manager tells her she'll be on in 15 minutes. Suddenly she sees a large group of 20-something girls walk into the club and sit in the back. Clearly they're here for some kind of birthday or bachelorette party. Always good to include one of them in the group, Cameron tells herself. I'll see who's out there once I get up on stage.*
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Meanwhile, in that group of girls is Daisy Ridley. None of us are here to celebrate a birthday or a bachelorette party, but rather the end of filming for Star Wars: The Last Jedi. Personally I donβt want to be here, but it was the only club that was far enough from our filming location to draw prying eyes away from the film. I sit back in a light pink, sleeve-less dress, and silver heels. I may not want to be here, but seeing the title, I hope I can convince one of my makeup girls into being hypnotized.
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*When the time comes, I walk out on stage and introduce myself. I give a little spiel about myself and what this show is, assuring people this is not permanent and they will not spend the rest of their lives thinking they're a chicken. This brings a few laughs. Then I have 10 chairs brought on stage and ask for some volunteers, scanning the crowd for hands and volunteers.*
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Iβm sitting comfortably in the back of my group, thinking that I am safe and wonβt be picked. Of course, one of my assistants picks my arm up. I give her a look and before I can say anything I hear footsteps from Cameron heading towards our group. I turn back and see Cameron smiling. I sigh and think, βjust great, the rags will have a field day with this.β
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"Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a Jedi in our midst. True Hollywood royalty, Ms Daisy Ridley, c'mon up!" *As Daisy begrudgintly walks up on stage and greets the other volunteers, Cameron turns to the crowd and waves her hand hypnotically, saying "no cell phones now". Daisy doesn't see this, but every phone instantly goes away. I arrange all 10 volunteers on stage in the seats, placing Daisy in the 4th from the left with the chairs in a semicircle around me.*
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I give a forced laugh at the Jedi comment. I keep thinking to myself that my costars will never let me live this down. With my back to the crowd, I have no idea all of the cell phones have been put away. I focus on Cameron, knowing that I have to at least play along or else my reputation goes down the drain.
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"Now ladies and gentlemen, I'm going to need complete silence while I begin the hypnotic process with our volunteers, so please, shhhh." *Cameron turns and smiles at the 10 people on stage, helping to put them at ease.* "Alright everyone, let's just start with some breathing exercises. Everyone take a deep breath in (breathes in), and a deep breath out (breathes out). Good. Now repeat that. In and out. In and out.*
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Wanting to be a good sport and to try and keep my fan friendly reputation intact, I do as Cameron says. I am so focused on doing well that I stand out as the person that is most likely to end up being hypnotized out of the 10 on stage. Itβs almost ironic that the βjediβ on stage is likely to fall prey to a mind trick. Nonetheless, I find the rhythm easy to match.
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"Now as you breathe in and out, feel yourself relaxing more and more with each breath. In. Relaxing. Out. Relaxing. And if as you relax you feel your eyes beginning to close, that's fine too. In. Relaxing. Out. Relaxing. Just focus on your breath and let yourself relax." *Cameron walks among the ten volunteers, checking their progress, paying no special attention to Daisy, just moving around, giving her instructions as she does.*
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I relax more and more. I feel my eyes getting heavier. My head droops slightly. In my head I think to myself, βWho knew hypnosis was a real thing.β Once again, I stand out as the one that you will likely be the most successful with. That being said, no one in the room knows what you have planned for later in the night.
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*Cameron walks around, seeing as one by one the eyes close. She's pleased by the group as each one appears compliant and open to suggestion.* "Now I want you to hold both of your arms straight out" (they all do) and feel that your right arm is holding a bucket of sand and your left arm is holding a dozen balloons. You want to keep them level, you're straining to keep your arms even with each other, but you're slowly starting to feel the weight of that sand and the pull of those balloons."
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My arms slowly go in opposite directions. Itβs not immediate like two others in the group, who are obviously faking. But rather itβs very gradual. My arms started in a parallel, even position. After a couple minutes the difference between them is almost 25 degrees. Another few minutes not only are my arms in different directions, but I am leaning to my right. In my head, Iβm being pulled in two separate directions. Being the only one this entranced, youβre impressed with how compliant I already am.
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*I take not of how entranced everyone is, deepening the slower ones, re-triggering the fakers, noting who is the deepest on their own, that being Daisy and a young man with a goatee. I'm not playing favorites, that would hurt the show, but I know who's really hypnotized and who's hamming it up for their friends. As everyone's arms begin to look more like Daisy's, i speak again.* "Now I'm going to come around to each of you and when I touch your left hand, you will feel like all of the balloon strings have been cut and your left arm will drop limply to your side. When your left arm drops, so to will your mind and body and you will drop into a deep trancelike sleep." *I start with the person all the way to the left and work my way across. Daisy is 4th and I touch her left hand and move on to the 5th and 6th person next.*
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Until this point, I am still thinking that I am just doing a good job, being a good sport. However, when Cameron touches my left hand, my left arm immediately drops to my side. All thoughts in my head cease or pause as I lean forward, completely entranced. My mind awaits programming from Mistress Cameron. Of course, no one knows that's what my mind is viewing Cameron as, and no one will know until later.
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(lol, don't rush. I literally haven't said anything that would make her believe I'm her mistress yet)
*A small gasp comes up from the crowd as these ten people all slump forward in their seats, to differing degrees to relaxation and hypnosis. I begin my next step in taking them all under.* "Now I'm going to walk around and touch each of you on the forehead and say a letter. Any time I, and only I say that letter while you're in earshot of me, you will drop back into this trancelike sleep, no matter what you're doing." *I walk back to the first person and touch her on the forehead, moving down the line again. "A...B...C...D, ha, how about that?" I say quietly as I touch Daisy's forehead, imprinting the letter "D" in her mind as her trigger word.*
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(Wasn't trying to rush, just figured I'd have some fun with my wording, lol.)
Extremely deep in my subconscious, the letter 'D' becomes the trigger for entrancement for Cameron. Otherwise, I have no movements or thoughts as I await further programming from the clearly talented hypnotist.
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*At this point, I begin waking people up one by one, asking them questions and playing tricks on them. I make one person sneeze every time I say the word "chocolate". I make a girl think she is a ballerina and have her perouette all over the stage before putting her back to sleep. Finally, I come to Daisy. Placing my hand on her shoulder, I say "when I count from 3 to 1, you will wake up and believe nothing has happened so far. However, you will be completely unable to remember the number 7. The number 7 will disappear entirely from your mind, it didn't exist and it never has." *I count from 3 to 1, then ask Daisy to stand up and ask her name.*
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I blink a few times before looking around. I see everyone else hypnotized and I actually frown. βMy name is Daisy. I apologize if I wasnβt as good as everyone else here.β I hear laughter from the crowd and I look back, unaware as to what had gone on.
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"Oh that's quite alright, Daisy. Every show has someone who just isn't receptive to the hypnosis. Let's just take this chance to talk to you for a little bit if that's ok. Now you were in The Force Awakens, right? If Star Wars wasel episode 4, and Empire Strikes Back as Episode 5, which one was Force Awakens again? I can't remember."
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I force another laugh and think to myself, βoh God, Star Wars Questions.β I Then smile and answer sincerely. βMiss Cameron, Force Awakens was Number Eight.β Apparently my mind didnβt just forget the number β7β But replaced it with β8.β You make a note that my mind will build off of suggestions that are given.
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"But wait, Daisy, I thought the Last Jedi was number eight, wasn't it?" *I motion for the crowd to keep the noise down as I seek to push Daisy's mind and see what I can extract from her way of thinking when entranced.*
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I give you a confused look. βNo. The Last Jedi is number nine. The next one is number ten.β It appears that my mind rationalized that without the number β7β existing that the number after six is eight, and then continued normally.
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"Ok, fair enough Daisy. You're in the movies and I'm not. My mistake. Tell me, what's twelve minus five?" *I ask, seeing the confusion on Daisy's face as I am asking her odd questions.*
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Despite my confused look, I sit and think about the question for a moment. βIf you must know Miss Cameron, twelve minus five equals six or eight depending on the situation.β My answer is sincere although I am annoyed by the laughter and whispers coming from the crowd.
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"How right you are, Daisy. Now do me a favor and stand up." *I help Daisy stand.* "Now we all know you have ten fingers, correct?" I wait until Daisy agrees with me. "Can you just count to ten on your fingers for me, Daisy? Just really quick."
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I do as Cameron says and hold up what is in my mind ten fingers. Everyone else sees me hold up nine. I count, β1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10.β Very curious that my mind rationalized so much so quickly. Cameron makes a note as to how good of a test subject I am. I look at her and joke, βhere I thought you would ask me to tell you a secret if you were successful at hypnotizing me.β I laugh, but my laughter becomes more nervous as no one laughs with me.
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"Daisy, I'd never betray someone's trust like that. It's a comedy show, I'm not here to find someone's social security number or anything like that. But I guess you couldn't be hypnotized tonight. Oh well." *I shrug at Daisy and see her react standing there like she thinks she's about to walk off the stage when I reach up and touch her on the forehead and say "D" loudly.*
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βThank god. I wouldnβt want everyone to know why Iβm sing....β your previous programming cuts me off and I fall into a trance. I am so relaxed I lose my balance and fall into you, not back into the chair. You pay enough attention to my perfume as you sit me back down carefully. The whispers and laughter in the crowd continues.
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*I continue around the room, having everyone do silly things, from thinking a jacket is a rabbit to the classic chicken gag that every hypnotist has to do. Then I walk back to the center of the semicircle and speak to the group. "You all notice it's starting to get warm in here. Every second feels like it's getting warmer and warmer. Now it's 70 degrees. Now it's 72. Now 74...76...78."
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I almost immediately begin fanning myself. With my mind still believing the number seven never existed, I may hear β70,β But my body reacts with β80.β It takes just a few minutes at β88 degreesβ for me to start becoming drenched in sweat.
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*I return the temperature of the room to a normal level before people start taking their clothes off, watching everyone slowly go back to levels of comfort. I take special note of Daisy, being coated in sweat, and smile to myself at her level of compliance. As everyone settles down again, I tell person B that she is a puppy that doesn't want to be caught, and tell people F, G, and H that they're dog-catchers, and snap my fingers. B immediately leaps off the stage and the three other people immediately chase after her. As everyone is distracted by this commotion, I go and stand behind Daisy, seemingly observing the comedic scene unfolding. I place my hand on Daisy's shoulder and speak quiet enough for only her to hear.* "Daisy, can you hear me?"Β
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I stop fanning myself as the temperature returns to normal. I feel your hand on my shoulder and hear your question. Actually being hypnotized, I have no choice but to answer, βYes.... Cameron.... I hear you....β My voice is quite and monotonous, unlike anything my voice normally is.
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"First of all, feel the number 7 return to your mind and to your life." *I say, resetting that part of her hypnosis in order to make sure nothing gets lost in translation.* "Tell me, Daisy", I continue speaking in a low voice as H almost catches B in the back of the room by the bar. "Where are you staying while you're in town?' *I begin to formulate a plan to take advantage of the situation without doing so in an entirely public manner.*Β
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The number seven returns to my mind. Itβs as if nothing had ever happened. βI am staying at the Marriott.... room 879..... the Presidential Suite....β Although you only asked me where I am staying, my mind is so compliant I told you exactly what room without you needing to ask. Turns out I am an excellent hypnotized subject indeed. I have no idea what you plans are, but you know with me being single, thereβs no one to interrupt us tonight.
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"Very good, Daisy. That's very good. Tonight, after the show, you will tell everyone in your group that you're tired and you just want go home and go to bed. You will remain dressed exactly like this and sit on your bed and watch TV when you get there. You will not answer your phone or respond to any texts. You will, however, answer the door if someone knocks. Do you understand, Daisy?"
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I take all of the information in. I will go back to the hotel, watch TV, and only answer the door and nothing more. I nod my head signaling that I understand as you need to turn your attention to the others that were hypnotized.
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*I look at the clock, seeing it's getting late and I need to bring everyone back in to wrap the show up. After successfully corralling the people in the audience, I place them all back under, and issue final instructions.* "Now when I come around and touch you on the forehead and say your letter, your letter will no longer drop you into trance once you wake up. This keeps people from messing with my participants one the show is over, even if I, and only I, could trigger them." *I walk up to person A, say "A", and watch as she transitions from a hypnotic trance to regular sleep. I do the same to B and C. When I get to Daisy, I say D, and make it appear as though I've touched her forehead, but don't actually make contact. After releasing the other 6 people, I speak to the group again.* "Now I'm going to count backwards from 5, and with each number, you will begin to come further and further out of the trance until I reach number 1 and snap my fingers, at which point you will all wake up completely, free from any of my commands or triggers. Some of you will remember everything, some of you will remember nothing, each person is different. 5...4...3...2...1!" *Everyone wakes up, and as I ask for a round of applause from the audience, I walk up and shake each participants hand, thanking them for being a part of the show. When I get to Daisy, I say "What do you remember, Miss Ridley?"Β
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I look around and smile. βHonestly, Nothing. I guess I canβt be hypnotized.β Laughter from the crowd fills the room. However, Iβm still confident I wasnβt hypnotized. You move on down the line and then let us get off stage. I walk back to my group and yawn. I say goodbye to them, calling it a night and heading back to the hotel.
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*2 hours later, I arrive at Daisy's hotel. After "convincing" the cute little redhead behind the front desk to give me an elevator key, I'm riding up to Daisy's floor, where I walk down the hall to the Presidential Suite she described. I'm still wearing my jeans and boots and sweater outfit, but I'm fixed my blonde hair a little bit and touched up my makeup to look nice. I get to the end of the hall, find the room, and knock three times smartly on the door.*Β
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I sigh, thinking I was just going to relax and watch TV. I walk over to the door and open it without look. βOh, Miss Cameron, what are you doing here?β I ask as I invite you in. I look around to make sure no paparazzi were up here before shutting and locking the door behind you.
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"Well Daisy, you were kind enough to invite me over to a drink after the show tonight, I thought I'd take you up on your kind offer." *I lie, seeing if Daisy will accept my words, or if she will remember she never said that. Post-hypnotic suggestions are never the same between subjects, I'm curious to see how her mind will process this claim. I walk past her into the suite, very impressed with the spread Disney set her up with.*
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βI did?β I question with a confused tone. I think about it for a few seconds before saying, βI remember now, I wanted to give you the chance to actually hypnotize me.β I offer you to sit on the couch before heading towards the kitchen.
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*I sit on the couch, amazed at what Daisy's mind now believes to be true and how much it is willing to cover up gaps to calm her psyche.* "Yes, Miss Ridley, how right you are." *I reply, making myself comfortable as you walk towards the kitchen.*
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I pop two bottle caps and walk back over, my heels clicking on the floor. I place the two beers on the table in front of me and turn towards you. βSo tell me Miss Cameron, why are you really here? Until you mentioned it, I had no memory of inviting you here.β You knew it was too good to be true. Just one small piece of my mind was enough to rebel and allow me to know that I didnβt invite you to my hotel room.
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"It's like you said, Daisy. You invited me here. How else would I know what room you were staying in or what hotel even?" I ask, knowing that Daisy, believing she was never hypnotized, will have to believe I'm making a valid point.*
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I take a sip of the beer. βI thought I invited you here because youβre pretty.β I take another sip, after the random flirty comment. I sigh, and turn to you, βI know I was hypnotized. I only said what o said to be a good sport for the crowd. I have to keep up appearances. Sorry to burst your bubble Cameron.... Youβd be surprised what I keep secret because of Disney. Anyway, since I know you have control over me, do whatever it is that youβre planning.β I start to look to see what is on TV as I put the beer back down on the table. Iβm surprisingly calm for the predicament that Iβm in.
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"Well if you know I have control over you, why would I have to do anything to you? If you already know you're going to wind up doing it, shouldn't you just do whatever I want anyway?" I ask, slightly annoyed that Daisy knows what I did, but trying to work out a new plan in my head.*
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I take another swing of my beer and turn to look at you. βA couple of things. I donβt know what youβre going to end up doing. All I know is you gained knowledge of my room and access to it.β I glance up and down and smile. I lean back on the couch and mumble, but youβre not able to make out anything Iβm saying.
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