(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 he’s 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 isn’t 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.)