A studio just a part of your city, your state, your nation, your whole world-view actually. We don't really go by script here though...all ad-lib. Sure, there is a title, and everyone knows their lines, but we all free-style as much as possible. Dancing certainly encouraged. Masks are to be worn as much as possible, and taken off at the last moment when the big reveal scene occurs (Ah, Mr. Hudson. It was you all along dressed as the school girl. Take that! blam BLAM. Fade out; Mr. Hudson also reveals the bullet-proof vest that turns ammunition into candy floss and the audience doesn't know whether to laugh or cry or both at the same time)
Take a bow, Mr. Mic, and step up to the violin.