The real magic

There was once a young boy who loved the magic of the theatre, movies and books. But he was a curious boy and wanted to find out where the magic came from, so one night he crept out of his house and first he came across the local theatre. It was all closed up but he found an open window, climbed in and crept onto the stage. But the stage was bare. No actors, no sets, no lights, no sounds, just bare wood. He was disappointed. Nothing was happening. Next he went to the back of his local cinema, found a door ajar and sneaked into the auditorium. It was deadly quiet. Not a soul about. He looked at the huge white screen but there were no images and no sounds. ‘Where is the magic?’, he thought to

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