Meanwhile, at the Bandshell, Stephen had completed the Electric Skates' list of demands that were in a giant red sack. Stephen put the sack down with a grunt.

"Done!" Stephen put the list on the top of the sack and a cat screech came from inside, "and just in time! You know what to do!" the conductor started the music again, 'lookout-'

The Electric Skates came in interrupting Stephen again.

"There you are, Stephenie! How's it going with the rider?" Geen asked

"Oh, we got you everything, uh, except the seahorse radish, it's out of season," Stephen explained, "now, I'd like to have a conversation about my-"

"Wait!" Blue interrupted, "did you say 'no seahorse radish'?"

"Man, you got a radish problem," Green told Blue.

"I can quit anytime I want!" Blue told Green.

"Gentlemen, please..." Stephen said trying to pacify the Skates.

"Listen Steph, there's no way you are opening for us today," Blue told Stepehn.

Stephen groaned loudly and pointed to the sack, "but I got all of this for you! Oh, don't make me beg..."

"Seems like you're begging already, Stepto," Green said.

"Yeah! You are such a loser!" Blue told Stephen.

Stephen looked at Blue furiously.

"What did you just call me?" Stephen asked in a low voice.

"Loser!"

Stephen and Blue had a staredown before turning to him with a sarcastic smile, "oh, no, no, no, no... I..." he pointed at himself, "am not a loser," Stephen booped Blue's nose and got in his face, "you're the loser! Loser! Loser! Loser!"

Everyone was silent until Blue spoke up, "I can't work like this."

"We quit! Loser!" The two Skates said skating away.

Red took the sack and left with the other two leaving Stephen alone.

"Fine! Go! Good riddance! Don't let the kelp hit you on the way out!" A spotlight suddenly shone on Stephen, 'I'm not a loser, I don't secretly hate myself; I'm not singing this to no one, it's not the case that no one cares; I'm not a failure, I don't not have talent; when others see me they can't see the nobody that isn't there... No, wait a minute, that's a triple-negative. You can't not see nobody, because I'm not nobody... which cannot be seen! Let me start over. My life's not empty, they don't not like me at all; I don't not leave the house 'cause I don't not prefer to stay at home; I don't stink, I'm not a waste, I'm not all alone in thinking that I am not all alone.'

Stephen stopped and thought through what the Electric Skates told him.

"Maybe I am a loser..." he chuckled nervously before breaking into sobs.

'Hey, Stephen!'

"Huh?" Stephen said surprised 

'You're not delirious with despair, and you're not calling true things false!' Stephen looked behind him but no one was there until the sea anemones came into view wearing pink sequin outfits and tap shoes, 'hey, Stephen!'

"This is weird..." Stephen pointed behind him

'You're not hallucinating this sea anemone chorus line at all!' They sang forming a chorus line.

"I'm not?"

'You're not a failure!' The anemones told Stephen gathering around him, 'you don't not have talent! When others see you, they can't see the nobody that isn't there...' the anemones pulled Stephen behind them before stepping aside revealing Stephen in a blue, red, and gold sequin tailcoat and white tap shoes.

'I'm not a loser!'

'Not a loser!'

'They don't not like me at all! I don't not leave the house, 'cause I don't not prefer to stay at home!'

'...stay at home!'

'I don't stink...'

'You don't stink!'

'I'm not a waste!'

'You're not a waste!'

'I'm not all alone in thinking that I am not all alone!' Someone threw Stephen his new clarinet and started to play brilliantly while the sea anemones tap danced behind him.

Stephen gave the conductor his Clarinet once he finished his Clarinet solo, "look at me now, Mama!"

Stephen and the Sea Anemonies then started a tap number. A marquee bearing Stephen's name came down and lit up. The sea anemones and Stephen formed a chorus line with Stephen in the middle.

'I'm not a loser!'

'You're not a loser!'

'They don't not like me at all!' The anemones surrounded him, 'I don't not leave the house, 'cause I don't not...'

'...prefer to stay at home!' The anemones finished for Stephen.

'I don't stick! I'm not a waste! I'm not all alone in thinking that I'm not...' the conductor gave Stephen a blue top hat, 'not...' he hovered it above his head, 'not all alone!'

'You are not alone, you are not alone, you are not, not, not, not, not, not, not... alone! You are not, not, not alone!'

Stephen posed with the top hat hovering over his head and a torso bend finishing his song. The sea anemones left and Stephen reverted to his normal attire. He looked around realizing that the chorus line was gone.

"Alone," he put his hands grumpily on his waist.