You're on the Air: Starting Over, Live
To Steve’s back, behind the glass partition, Jan walked into the broadcasting booth, her phone still in her hand as she bent to speak to the engineer. He smiled at her and nodded. Dave saw her, but quickly sensed a great radio spot was about to play out live, so he played along, “Sorry, man,” he said to Steve, “she hung up.”
“So, I guess that’s it,” Steve said.
Meanwhile, in the control room, the engineer flipped a switch to turn on the overhead microphones, allowing the upcoming conversation to broadcast across the airwaves. “So, tell me more about your book,” Jan said from the control room. Nearly falling from his chair, Steve looked up to see Jan standing behind the glass, next to the engineer. “I can't believe I was so stupid,” Steve told her, his eyes searching hers from behind the glass partition. “I got so caught up in the work that I lost sight of what was important, what was right in front of me. And now, with my book coming out, I'm starting to get some perspective on what's important in life.”
He stood and crossed to the glass wall, but quickly reached the length of his headset’s electrical cord. He was snapped back by the strong cord and fell. Jan let out a squeal of concern and bolted for the door separating the engineer from the others. She raced into the room as Dave was helping Steve untangle, and she took Steve’s hands into her own. When he tried to speak, she put her hand over his mouth. “No, baby, don't say any more. We both screwed up. We did. It was both of us. Let’s just start over. Can we just start over? What do you say?”
“I say this,” Steve said as he kissed her passionately, and as Greg, Linda, and Larry arrived in the booth, smiling.
“Awww. Look at you two now!” Greg said, filled with happiness for his friend.
“How about a little privacy?” Steve told his friend, smiling at Jan.
“I figured you’d want a bit of privacy, but buddy, privacy is something you ain’t got,” Greg said, motioning to the ceiling and then to the booth.
“Huh?” Steve grunted, looking up at the speakers and microphones in the ceiling and then over at the booth.
“You're on the air, Steve. Remember?” Dave announced to the room.
“Oh, yeah. Right,” Steve said, looking confused.
Jan, though, understood and said, “Come on, Steve. Guys? Let’s finish the show and then pick this up later,” she said, smiling and winking at Steve.