I was at The Session jamming at a table together with some magicians when Dynamo spotted me and came by to say hello. He was rather jolly and honestly enthusiastic to see me (surprised me a lot).
We started chatting about the Biz and Zach Take Europe DvD and then we slowly drifted into other subjects, non-magic related. He was telling me about his dogs, showing me some pictures on his phone. This conversation was the basis of our future collaboration a few years later, when Herdiant and I would put together this drawing for him.
Can you find all of the Dynamo references in this picture?
At the table were other people that were listening to our discussion. There was a guy of about 24 in front of me and to the right of Dynamo plus a couple of other kids and teens around the table. Around 5-7 people were listening to our discussion.
Nobody was participating with their own thoughts. It was more of a back and forth discussion between Dynamo and I. Well, out of nowhere, while we were talking, this fan-boy sitting at the table in front of me decided it was the PERFECT moment to interrupt us and express his admiration towards Dynamo. Step aside - not only did he interrupt us, but he also asked Dynamo to perform something for him.
"Monkey. Do. MONKEY. I SAID DO."
Dynamo stands up and does something quite amazing with a pair of kings. Was truly a nice performance. I have no idea how he did what he did, nor do I clearly remember what it was he did. After this, he sat back down at the table and we continued our discussion.
He showed me some more pictures of his wounded dog. Apparently it had jumped out the window and was on the brink of death. Dynamo invested a lot and got the best vet in whole of UK to save him (which he did).
At this point the fanboy must've heard enough of Dynamo's fuckin dogs, cause he decided it was ANOTHER PERFECT TIME to interrupt him and start asking questions about magic and about how Dynamo creates.
Ok. First of all, this guy was a certified asshole. Some people graduate from Harvard. Other from a Public College. This dimwit here graduated full honors from "Fucktard Asshole Academy of Arts". In all due honesty, most likely he was fanboying so much deep inside that he just could not stand to lose the opportunity of talking to Dynamo to listening to him talk about his dogs.
"I don't care about his FACKING dags. MAGIC. TELL ME MAGIC." his mind must've screamed.
Well, here I am, letting you know that you don't have to express your gratitude towards a famous magician. They know. They already know what you will say. They've heard it thousands of times. Yes. It's nice to hear it. Yes. It's nice that they've inspired you. But, and here's an idea - how about you treat them like a normal fucking human being and don't look upon them as a performing monkey or something of an idol with no human past (just work work work).
You might not be interested about their personal life, but if you have respect for them (EVEN A LITTLE BIT), take some time to let the conversation flow naturally towards a subject that interests you. And if it doesn't, be content you're one of the few people on the planet that hasn't treated them like a monkey.
You feel me?