It's the curtain call. Tonight, the people were so fine. They waited there in line. And when they got up on their feet, they made the show. And that was sweet. But I can hear the sound. Of slamming doors and folding chairs. And that's a sound they'll never know - oh, sorry those are the lyrics to Jackson Browne's The Load Out. Whoops. This is it. The final act. The last punchline. Fame has torn the Brice family apart. Can their love bring them back together?
