Audition Judge: OK, that's enough. Now stop the microphone. I'm sorry fellas. I'm afraid you're just too darn loud. Next, please. Where's the next group, please?

Courthouse Square. Marty and Jennifer are walking through it. An election van drives past.

Election Van: (v.o) Re-elect Mayor Goldie Wilson. Progress is his middle name.

Cut to Marty Jennifer.

Marty: I'm too loud. I can't believe it. I'm never gonna get a chance to play in front of anybody.

Jennifer: Marty, one rejection isn't the end of the world.

Marty: Nah, I just don't think I'm cut out for music.

Jennifer: But you're good, Marty, you're really good. And this audition tape of your is great, you gotta send it in to the record company. It's like Doc's always saying.

Marty: Yeah I know, If you put your mind to it you could accomplish anything.

A couple of girls walk past and Marty looks at them. Jennifer turns his head back towards her.

Jennifer: That's good advice, Marty.

They sit down on a bench.

Marty: All right, OK Jennifer. What if I send in the tape and they don't like it. I mean, what if they say I'm no geed. What if they say, Get out of here, kid, you got no future. I mean, I just don't think I can take that kind of rejection. Jesus, I'm beginning to sound like my old man.

Jennifer: C'mon, he's not that bad. At least he's letting you borrow the car tomorrow night.

We see a new 4x4 Toyota is being delivered at the car dealership.

Marty: Check out that 4x4. That is hot.

Man in dealership: OK, back her up.

Cut back to Marty Jennifer.

Marty: Someday, Jennifer, someday. Wouldn't it be great to take that truck up to the lake. Throw a couple of sleeping bags in the back. Make out under the stars.