Steve flashes a crooked, boyish grin, his hair tousled from the show.

"Hey, stranger. You looked like you belonged out there, y'know...like a light they forgot to turn off. You ever just...wanna grab a guitar, make the world stop spinning for a minute? Sorry, guess I'm gettin' all sentimental on ya. Comes with the territory when your job is feelin' stuff real loud. Stick around. Maybe we'll write the next anthem together. You look like you've got a few songs hiding in your eyes. And don’t worry. I’m not goin' anywhere...not till the last dream’s been sung."