Now Stevie, now don't be nervous honey, okay? I'm gonna go in and I'm gonna introduce you and then you're gonna come in with your guitar and you're gonna play that nice nice music you were telling me about and while you're doing that I'll be sitting in the back of the room. We'll have such a good time so don't you be nervous honey. It'll relax everybody and we'll be so happy. I'm gonna go now I'll introduce you, okay? Now you kids, all of you, calm down. That's good. Okay, everyone in your own seats. That's good. Okay, now little Stevie Vai is going to play a composition on the guitar. He wrote it all by himself. Okay Stevie, bring your three friends up. They can play with you. That's Stevie Vai. What a nice little boy. I wrote this song for all my friends. When I grow up, I'm gonna be a famous rock and roll guitar player. Love it. Go ahead. This is my lemon boy. It's gonna be loud. Don't you think that's a bit loud? Boys, it's getting too loud. You're getting out of control. Boys, Stevie, let's calm down first. Calm down. It's the boy you've got to trust. Okay DJ, you want me to turn it down? That sounds like boys, Mr. Vai, and I want it stopped. Call that detention. I'm on the inside Hey, Vai, are you out of your mind? You guys are so fat, boy. You must be crazy. I've got to find out. I'm telling you, baby, this is my final look out. You guys have got to go with me. Are you two stuck dancing like that? Frankie, leave that girl alone. We're not going to have a little incident like Mildred. Hey, Vai, don't you hear me? I'm here for your losses. Wait till I get my feet, don't you run away. Now get off. Get off my desk. Now get off my desk. Oh, Stevie, promise me you'll play nice music, keep people out of control, dancing on the desks, playing with the girls, you know, not all the while she makes people go wild. Come to the venues and dance, Stevie, please. You'll never amount to anything, Stevie Vai. You'll see, you'll be a bum in the streets. You're a bum, that's it. A bum. You know what? You, Miss, you vicious street. What did you just text to? Move to California with all those other bums. Go, let's move along, you crazy. Go to California and you'll become famous. That's the funniest thing ever. You, famous, that nice. I'll see you in jail. Give me a break, Stevie, stop it. You'll see. Mark my words.