"Alright," I said, addressing the team, "What's-his-name is having us do a thing at a place. Ideas?"
"I've got a few," said Brockway.
"Wait, hold on, that absolutely cannot be the most specific way of presenting whatever information you think you have," Michael said.
"Live performance, Swaim, in front of people. The Boss wants us to perform a live... something, tomorrow. In Austin, Texas."
"'A live something,'" Cody asked. "Like, the band, Live? Are we supposed to do a cover of a Live song? Because they were terrible."
"Maybe? I don't know, Cody, I just know that we have a chunk of time in front of an audience of people. We've got lights, there's going to be a stage, people will be looking at us, so we need to be doing something... Cracked-y, I guess. Thoughts? Anyone? What would a live Cracked show look like?"
"I sit on stage writing a list article and you all watch, jealous, inspired, impotent, etc," Soren offered.
"That's a terrible idea, but I'm gonna go ahead and put it in the 'maybe' pile anyway." I scribbled it into my notebook.