Various shots of bands preparing. Rebecca: "I'm feeling good about tonight. We're gonna rock the house. Whether we get any people here, that's a different story." Daryl: "It doesn't really matter if there's only five people there, 'cause in the end I play for myself and I play for my bandmates." Whatever, Daryl. That's such a lie. You think you're so smart. Poo on you.
FLICKERSTICK calls a gazillion girls to come to their show. HARLOW finds some way to get people into the tiny basement they're playing in. SOULCRACKER plays a song. DODES plays a song. Oh, yeah, DODES? Vonda Shepard wants her music back. I'm just sayin'.
We're back with HARLOW at their show, and I'm sorry, but they still don't sound very good. I think Rayshele has improved since the pilot, but Amanda's voice just kinda sucks. FLICKERSTICK is rocking, and it looks like they really got a pretty impressive turnout.
After all the performances and merchandise selling, all the bands meet up at the Elbo Room to party and have all the final sales tallied and whatnot. Beastie: "We go to meet up with the other bands, and I get to be entertained by FLICKERSTICK being drunk." Shut up, Beastie. You just wish you were as hardcore as those guys. But you're not. Rex starts to do some routine called "El Dangeroso," where he pretty much just acts like a drunk-ass jerk, doing air kicks and mock karate and screaming a lot. Rex marvs.
Brendan and Katina (who's totally hot, by the way), the tour managers, come out to read the tallies to everyone. And they read as follows:
At the door:
FLICKERSTICK -- $390
HARLOW -- $405
JOSH DODES BAND -- $324
SOULCRACKER -- $165
FLICKERSTICK -- $731
HARLOW -- $507
JOSH DODES BAND -- $705
SOULCRACKER -- $638
Total tour earnings:
FLICKERSTICK -- $1121
HARLOW -- $1062
JOSH DODES BAND -- $1029
SOULCRACKER -- $803
Ouch, SOULCRACKER. That's gotta hurt. I'm sure Beastie is going to complain. And sure enough: "Those guys are such deliberate drunks. It's not just that they like to get drunk and party, it's that they want everyone to know that they get drunk and party." Shut up, Beastie. You're just jealous -- admit it. You wanna beer, you know you do.
Commercial time. Thank God. Time to find some sharp object to ram into my eye for relief.
Cory: "Rock and roll is about one thing…three things. Sex, drugs, and rock'n'roll. Period. If you have sex, drugs, and rock'n'roll in your rock'n'roll band, you will win." Cory, you're a freakin' genius. Oh wait, no. Shut up. Rex: "It was a fluke. SOULCRACKER knows it was a fluke. Everybody worked. We didn't work." Rex, for once I agree with you.