Soundview dazzled last night with the Bronx’s Magic Workshop, mystifying NYC’s spring at a Bruckner loft. Magician Lena Carter taught cards as 40 pulled, a $20 class for trick hands. It’s borough wands—pure BX vibe, decks hot. A kid fumbled a shuffle; a pro vanished a coin. ‘Bronx wows—this is it,’ Carter says, palming aces. The room turned stage.
The shop’s fresh—March 20’s start, it tripled since RSVPs, packing tables by 6 p.m. Carter’s a Mott Haven trickster; last night’s crowd hit max—gasps rang. A latecomer nabbed a deck; doves cooed—NYC grit glowed. Sleights hit the mark—magic ruled. #BronxMagic trended; Queens wants a hat.
Some griped—’Too fake,’ sniped a cynic, dodging sleight. Space pinched—latecomers stood; wonder held. A card tore—swapped quick; tricks rolled. Staten wants a turn, but Soundview owns it—spells rule. The loft’s never tricked so bold.
Carter’s teasing a show, maybe a street act if spring bites. ‘NYC’s eyes—this fools ‘em,’ she says, packing props. The shop’s a Bronx win—grit meets gleam. It’s a magic rush; join the next. Bring a coin—sleights call.