'The spell zone,' said Frank, ' music, lighting, volume, colors, sex appeal, mass euphoria -  all contribute towards reaching that magical spellbound zone.'

'It really doesn't exist,' said Max, as we entered the large auditorium, 'but call it collective yawning, if one person yawns, other's will yawn.'

'It's a trigger response,' I replied as we took our seats in the front row.

'The come down can be a killer,' said Max, who was now yelling in my ear so I could hear him over the heavy techno/trance music, ' even when no stimulants are involved.'

'Evangelist ministers have been tapping into the brain and fleecing the gullible for years,' I yelled, as I watched Miss 69 enter the stage.'

'It's all about the stage presence,' conceded Max who seemed to know a thing or two about this subject.

'Dazzle them' , I said to Max, as a tanned Chinese babe started touching her toes. She was only wearing muscle briefs and her tight ass was facing the judges. Wearing six inch heals only accentuated her assets.

'You mean lean thighs and big breasts turn you on?' asked Max

The Colonel got it right,  I replied. 'Finger Licking Good.'

Then contestant 69 did something magical, she smiled at us then proceeded to give us a lap dance.

Give me  a break,  replied  Max, 'it's a fitness contest, not a fucking brothel.' 

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