

Backstage at the Finale
Why did we need to be at the set six hours before every show? We didn't. It was retarded. It made no sense. And yet there we were, trapped in a tiny room for hours on end. We shot the shit, tried to relax, nap, etc. Then it was time to monkey suit up and hit the stage. I won't soon forget Dominic, who hadn't seen us in weeks, jumping up and down like a puppy when we walked in. That was classic.
		It's a funny thing about guys: we can see each other after any amount of time, and we're back to laughing like always. here Robert cracks up at something Dom just did.

Evan, Hank, Dom, and Robert take direction from Debbie the stage manager.		Long shot of the stage -- they spent far more money on the set then they ever did on us bachelors.

Long shot of the audience section and a bit of the stage at right. This looks tiny when empty and immense when full.

Evan turns to ask us something with his perennial confused face while the others talk to Debbie.		Ken spins some tunes on his laptop while Joe tries to relax.
		Renda half-dressed, with the hair behaving, and then mostly dressed, with the hair in open rebellion. If I ever saw him with a crew cut I would fall over.

Joe and I cleaned up nice. I tried some of Robert's bouncy curl hair gel. Yeah, I think I'm staying product-free from now on.		Every girl's crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man... the gang in its finery.

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