(Backstage, Steve Radder sits in a stall, with no one around him. His head is bowed. He still wears the long-sleeved shirt he had on earlier, though heís changing into a black pair of athletic pants with his boots, which are still unlaced. A crewman who looks like he's not yet able to legally enjoy a beer walks up to the former star.)
STAGEHAND: You're Steve Radder, aren't you? I used to love you. We used to talk about you so much ... we even got in trouble from Mrs. Wilmer on occasion.
(Radder looks up, puzzled.)
RADDER: Mrs. Wilmer? Trouble?
STAGEHAND: 9th grade mathematics. Anyway, good luck tonight. I'll be pulling for you. You know, for old times.
RADDER: Old times? Yeah. Thanks kid.
(The stagehand walks off, leaving Radder to himself. He shakes his head, and lets out a chuckle.)
RADDER: 9th grade. That's awesome.
(He begins working on getting his boots laced, tuning out everyone around him. It isnít much of a task, seeing how, aside from the one stagehand, everyone else is ignoring him, either because they don't know who he is ... or don't care to talk to him.)