This is not how I pictured your offices. I always imagine you guys sitting around a big wooden table having tea, and there’s a lake outside. That doesn’t matter. What matters is: I have a show you’re going to love. Antiques Roadhow, but with a twist.
I’m the host. We open on a black screen. We hear nothing. Suddenly, in voiceover, I say: “We are all alone. We are tired of feeling like islands or hunted animals. Come along as we unlock something bigger together.”
Picture’s up, and I’m seated behind a portable table skirted with linen. I’m wearing a black T-shirt that says: SOONER OR LATER, THERE’S A DESOLATE MOMENT OF TRYING TO REDISCOVER WHO WE ARE. LIVE CONSTANTLY IN THAT MOMENT.
These two get it! [Point to any two executives who appear to have the power to green-light a pilot.]