A fanciful Louis C.K. appears in the dampening field, he slides front and center and addresses the audience directly. The dampening field swells filling all known space.
He: You know what a comedian’s biggest fear is.
You: Writer’s Block!
He: Playing a dead room.
A swarm of fairy folk circle overhead filling your head with hypnotic lullabies. When you’re significantly receptive they dust your eyes with glittery magic.
In the swarm’s wake orbs dance and fall and merge into fuzzy suggestions. At the crescendo the sparkling nebula explodes revealing a glistening marquee that reads “The More You Know”.
Night falls instantly black and silent.