This particular book signing was more eventful than most. For those who have never been to a book signing for a relatively unknown author of mass market paperback romance novels, let me give you a quick rundown of what takes place:
~laughing~ Yup, that’s totally the case! I always have some wonderful friends show up for whom I am eternally grateful, and such was the case with this particular event. But, for the most part, my time at a signing consists of parking myself at a table near the entrance with a stack of my latest, and a wide smile. I toss out a hello to shoppers who are making a grand attempt to avoid eye contact. Every now and then, I wander back to the romance section to see if I can make a connection. And, every now and again, someone actually talks with me and has me sign a book. This book signing, however, was a bit different.
There were wizards.
Uh huh. I’m perfectly serious, and why-oh-why do I never think to whip out my phone and capture such events for posterity? Let me see if I can drag out my descriptive skills and set the scene for you.
Well into the second hour of the signing, a young man strode into the store wearing a wizard costume. Not even a good wizard costume … more like the cheap black maxi-dress type garment of some shiny material one purchases at Wal-Mart at Halloween. It had a hood, bell sleeves and the required jagged hemline, which would have been way more wizard-y if he hadn’t also had on jeans and black tennis shoes with it.
Everyone stopped and stared as he walked by. He headed straight for the back of the store, and, after he’d disappeared, things in our part of the bookstore returned to normal. Briefly. Because, soon enough, he appeared again, conferred with a group of teenage girls, who wrote something down on a piece of paper, then headed toward … me.
I watched his approach, dying to say something, but it soon became apparent that I was not his target. Nope. He walked around my table, whipped out his wand, and addressed a young man who was seated in the café behind me. “I challenge you to a duel!” (The exact conversation escapes me, but that was the general opening line.)
Delighted, I watched to see what the young man who had been challenged would do. To my utter astonishment, he reached into the pocket of his rather nondescript hoodie, pulled out a wand of his own, and met the challenge!
Best. Book signing. Ever.
They exchanged words a few times. I recognized some of them from Harry Potter. Others, not so much. And then, after only thirty seconds or so of verbal wandplay, the wizard announced, “You are too much for me. I will go find Harry now!” And, with that, he left the store.
There was no way I was just letting that go. I turned around to talk to the guy behind me. “So, this was all set up, right?”
He shook his head.
“You didn’t know he was coming in here?” I persisted.
He shook his head again.
I raised my brows in disbelief. “So you always carry a wand around with you?”
“I’m a Wiccan,” he explained.
“Oh,” I said, and started to turn around, but another thought occurred to me. “Wait,” I said. “What are the chances a guy would appear in here dressed as a wizard and challenge the one guy who carries a wand around with him to a duel?”
“Well,” he said. “I graduated from his high school last year. I’m pretty well known for carrying around this wand.”
Satisfied, I turned around and began paying attention to the customers again. And, wouldn’t you know it, the wizard returned. He found the group of girls again and they huddled up. I wasn’t letting him get away, this time. “Hey, wizard guy,” I called. The group came over to my table. I asked what they were up to, and they explained that they were doing a social experiment on how people react to odd situations in public places for a high school class. They asked a few questions about me and my book (no, I didn’t try to talk the high school kids into buying it) and then wandered on out of the store for good, this time.
So … that was my eventful Saturday. I hope yours was as amazing. Be beautiful, my friends.
~kisses for the world~