TODAY IS MY GOLDEN BIRTHDAY! February 28th wish me a happy birthday and send me a gift.

I am standing frozen like a statue, right arm out bent about waist high, hand open and fingers not together. Left arm is higher bent at a 90 degree angle with shoulders and fingers pointing up to the ceiling, separated with index finger slightly bent. My expression is c*mpletely blank with lips slightly parted. Riff calls my name, and the camera moves closer and pan ups my body and with close ups of my face. He calls my name again, waves his hand slowly in front of my eyes, and says "Are you frozen in a trance again Samantha?" After a slight pause, I respond very slowly "Yes I am frozen in a trance". He tells me what a great subject I am, and how he likes having fun with me in the suggestions, but no response from me. After more panning up and around my body, Riff counts to three and wakes me up. I ask him if he has been trying to me again, because I don't believe it's been working. We have a short conversation about this then he says the word freeze, and I do immediately. Looking blankly ahead, with right hand waist high out in front of my palm of hand half open and fingers open. My hands look as if I am ready to shake hands with someone. The camera pans around and up and down body.

I am seated on the couch reading a magazine. Sitting back but upright, both feet on the ground. I am holding the magazine and discussing whether I believe in suggestions when, on the word 'Waxwork' I freeze again. I am left staring straight ahead, and the magazine slides from my grasp but my fingers remain in position. Riff makes a few comments about the suggestions and tests that I am under with a slight prod and wave of his hand in front of my face, and asks some questions about being frozen in a trance. He adjusts my arms slightly, moving them further out to the side of my body. He asks what I am, and I reply very slowly that I am a waxwork". Snaps me out of it, and I carry on talking as though nothing has happened, although slightly confused about the magazine not being in my hands. I get up from the couch, and he says the magic word again, and I freeze in position again.

There is a short discussion about how I am looking forward to going out for the evening, when Riff suddenly drops the 'freeze' word and I instantly become motionless. I have one arm out in front of my body and the other out wider to the side. With a blank, not animated look, and lips slightly parted. He snaps me out of it, and I lay on the couch, he says 'waxwork" and I freeze with my arms bent at the elbow about 90 degrees with all fingers pointing up and separated. The camera lingers on the face and plenty of body close-ups. He asks a few questions, which I always answer very slowly after a short pause. Finish with him stating “that it doesn't look like you will be going out after all Samantha”, and the camera stays on the sh*t for a few moments, panning my face and body. Then the video ends.

Frozen Samantha RM