Jeff Schmitt stopped believing. Neal Schon was not happy and decided to give Jeff a call.

Neal: Just a small-town girl. Living in a lonely world.

Jeff: And?

Neal: She took the midnight train going anywhere.

Jeff: Awesome for her.

Neal: Just a city boy. Born and raised in South Detroit.

Jeff: South Detroit doesn’t exist.

Neal: He took the midnight train. Going anywhere.

Jeff: Not from South Detroit!

Neal: Stranger waiting. Up and down the boulevard.

Jeff: Those are prostitutes.

Neal: Their shadows searching in the night.

Jeff: That’s a prostitute giving head.

Neal: Street lights, people.

Jeff: Really?

Neal: Don’t stop believing. Hold onto that feeling.

Jeff: The feeling? Of watching prostitutes working?

Neal: Streetlights, people! Ohohohhhhhhhhh

Jeff: Yeah, that’s what happens when they get it on.

Platty's Editor Note: He didn't sound that angry. Maybe he was trying to motivate him to be a sex worker but he didn't come off as angry.