The crowd piles in—tonight’s show is completely sold out, the biggest audience yet! There’s an excited buzz in the air as people settle into their seats, ready for an evening of cosmic wisdom, comedy, and a dash of chaos.

First up, the incredible Courtney takes the stage to warm up the audience. She’s got the crowd laughing and loosened up in no time, setting the perfect tone for the night ahead. We’re encouraged to write down our burning questions for the Oracle, either anonymously or—if we’re feeling brave—putting our names on them for a chance to come up on stage and ask in person.

Then, with a ‘devil may care’ attitude and an air of confident mysticism, Gemma makes her grand entrance. And let’s talk about those boots—the best boots I have ever seen in my life. Truly mesmerising. I spent a solid ten minutes staring at them before my gaze was, um, redirected—because Gemma made sure we all noticed her nipples. “These are free,” she declared, and honestly, what a bargain!

From there, the night unfolded in a whirlwind of wit, cheekiness, and unfiltered truths (or were they lies? Who knows—it’s all part of the magic). Gemma wielded her deck of cards and trusty 8-ball like a seasoned soothsayer, delivering hilarious and occasionally eerily accurate fortunes. The audience was hooked, hanging on every word, whether it was a deep life insight or a brilliantly absurd piece of nonsense.

Between the sass, the sparkle, and the unexpected moments of wisdom, the Oracle kept us laughing, gasping, and occasionally questioning our life choices. By the end, we weren’t just entertained—we were grateful for the wisdom bestowed upon us.

All in all, this was a riotous, unpredictable, and utterly delightful show. Would I go again? Absolutely. And next time, I’m bringing my own question for the Oracle.