I knew a girl in the 8th grade who dated a local rock band guy in his early 20's. It was kind of creepy then, and that was 1988. In her defense she was smoking hot for her age (just kidding....jeesh).
TONIGHT I AM THE HOST OF:
BIG UPS TO MY NEW PHOTOSHOP PROGRAM - WHAT WHAT!!!
Unbeknownst to Steven, the Girl is actually an undercover agent working with Dateline NBC.
The trap is set. Our agent is brought backstage while the band finishes butchering their encore. Meanwhile, I am crouched behind the vegan deli tray with a hidden camera nestled between the broccoli and shitake mushrooms, when in walks Steven, looking for his prey.
I jump at the opportunity.
MN: Mr Tyler, I would like to ask you a few questions, will you sit down please?
ST: I don't wanna miss a thing.
MN: Good. Did you sing "Hot Tramp, Daddy's little cutie, you're so fine"? to a young fan tonight?
ST: You can't catch me 'cause the rabbit done died
MN: Really? So when you were bent over the stage, directly in front of her "singin' "hey diddle diddle"with your kitty in the middle of the swing like you just don't care", you weren't insinuating something about her hush?
ST: I was saying a prayer for the desperate hearts tonight...
MN: Sure Mr Tyler. How do you think her parents would feel about this behavior?
ST: Her Daddy said I took it just a little too far.
MN: How would you feel if this was your daughter?
ST: Daddy's little cutie?
MN: Yes Steven, Daddy's little cutie... Have you ever heard of To Catch a Predator? We are filming this.
As I point out the hidden camera, Steven yells "Kiss your Sassafras" and he gallops out the backstage door, only to be tackled by local police waiting for him.
Get the idea?

