Piers Faccini
In the corner of the elevator there would be a cushion and Piers Faccini, dressed in distressed black-washed jeans, an old 70s style button up, and a green corduroy blazer-style jacket would sit cross-legged strumming soft tunes on his guitar.

The center of the elevator would feature a plush pilates mat with an Earthy blond woman smiling heavenly...

Elizabeth Gilbert
Not to beat a dead horse here, but she IS my current favorite person. She would, of course, come bearing a picnic basket and would pull out delectable items like prosciutto-wrapped melon, basil infused olive oil, and some crusty bread. She’d pour us a glass of Prosecco and we’d eat from her basket with our hands while reminiscing about Italy.

Afterward, Elizabeth would teach me the basics of Yoga...well beyond anything the instructors at the Y have ever shared. She would help me control my breathing so I could meditate and feel what her and other Yogis feel when they meditate that makes them sit that way for an hour. I want to hum in the elevator, dammit!

Once all the stretching, meditating and energy pulsing through my body slows down to a lull, I’ll be happy and peaceful and ready for my next elevator guest...

Sally Hogshead
Hearing Sally speak is like having your own personal cheerleader. She has so much energy and color...she bounces off the walls in a room.

Not the kind of person with whom you want to share a small enclosed space, you say? Well, I disagree!

Sally and I would discuss her book, Radical Careering, and how my own career has reached a fork. She would share her story of survival in the creative world in the past decade. And I would listen again, because it’s truly inspiring. But then, she would give me a pep talk. Because at this point in my professional life, I’m a little lost. Sally would help get me on track.

Then we’d have Piers kick it up a notch and we’d dance. Because I think Sally is the type of gal who would rock-it Grey’s Anatomy style...even in an elevator!

We’d dance our hearts out, me, Sally, and maybe even Elizabeth, until someone actually read my tweet for help and came to rescue us.