In the faux green room, Jacob smiles and sighs, "We'll never do that again, ever. We'll never have another first performance." Ashley and Trevor pull the other three into a hug, and they all agree it was a good job. Ikaika notes that everyone's too fixated on having done the impossible. "It wasn't impossible," he says in the confessional. "Anything's possible if you focus and put your mind to it." Swept away by rosy-cheeked exhilaration, Ashley gushes, "I'm so proud to be in this group with you guys." As they break away, Trevor pinches Erik's cheek and makes a crack about his youthful baby face. Erik looks pissed. Ashley's shirt says "QUIET" on the front. Too bad no one paid it heed. Marc pops in looking for the Man Van keys, smiles, and tells them the show was well done. "There are parts that you need to work on, but it's always going to be like that," he says. Nice. Erik savors the feeling of fan adulation, saying that's the reason they're here -- not for Lou, TyJuan or Raymond, but to make something of themselves. Erik's got king-of-the-world syndrome. I think Jacob infected him. Standing outside signing autographs, the boys look amused at the teenage fan club that's forming around them. "I come from Hawaii, where people are pretty much laid back," Ikaika shares. "Something like that would never happen in Hawaii." So Hawaiians don't love music, cheer for bands or ask for autographs? Are they laid-back, or comatose? Trevor signs an autograph for a young boy, probably scrawling his name on the twenty-dollar bill Lou gave the kid in exchange for acting interested. "It's probably the greatest stage fun we've had," Trevor says in the confessional. Ikaika signs paper for a bunch of girls, and grins at them. Ashley makes conversation with his rabid fans, confessing that, backstage, they were nervous and wondering if anyone would boo. So far, though, he's the only one to own up to that fear. "This is my full-time job, to be onstage and bringing people joy with music," Ashley says. "That made it all totally worth it."
Jay decides it's time to go, so he herds the guys into Lou's stretch limousine. A mad, mad throng of six people scream and shout their goodbyes. "You rule! You're better than Backstreet Boys!" shouts the same doomed young boy from earlier in the show. He's fucking toast, the poor little tyke. Lou actually looks at the kid and shakes his head. He knows. Erik giggles in the limo and calls attention to Lou, who's sitting there looking hip and saying, "Word." I don't really get it, and I'm glad it's brief. "It was a good first show," Jacob says in the confessional. "I know we'll have many laughs about it when we look back at the tape.