FLICKERPRICK goes out too; everyone is stressed about Cory, Dominic is an asshole, blah blah blah. But get this. Rex actually starts to cry. Fletcher: "He was angry that Cory was being exploited." Dude, you signed a contract and you (supposedly) knew what you were getting into. So please, Rex. Quit your bitching.
Show day. FLICKERSTICK is getting ready for their Bay TV performance. Whatever. HARLOW is really pissed that they got the show, so they're going to try and sabotage it. Again, whatever. Anyway, the bands eventually meet up, HARLOW tries to get on what they think is live TV (even though it's a taping), and Cory announces after WHORELOW's departure that he wants to "hit" Rebecca (I think he means "have sex with" as opposed to "strike"). Third time's a charm: whatever.
SOULCRACKER decides they should just set up on the street and play, something they usually do in whatever town they are playing in. Little do they know that they have set up right in front of a police station. Nice one. Too bad, too. They were starting to rock. I like SOULCRACKER. I just don't like their name ("They should call themselves 'The Monastic Agreement featuring Pope Gregory.'" -- Ominous B. Lirken). I'm with Lirken.
Anyway, HARLOW and FLICKERSTICK have just found out that their shows are right next to one another's tonight. They start setting up and yelling at each other with their megaphones. Those rock stars. They think they're so cool. They think they can just yell at each other with megaphones and everything's just gonna be fine. I'll show them. I'll show them.
Commercial time. Ahh. Y'know, I've tried to hate Britney Spears, but her butt is just to round to hate. However, this new Pepsi ad doesn't help her cause.
HARLOW-CAN-YOU-GO is playing some song called "Blue Lie," and it sounds pretty crappy. Amanda's voice kinda blows. But whatever. Rebecca's actually pretty good though, having only played for six months.
FLICKER-SHIT-ON-A-STICK are making some pretty intense rockstar faces, and just rocking pretty damn hard. They're playing a song called "Coke" (like, wow, that's so, like, edgy). It sounds decent, but only because Dominic, although probably vomit-inducing in person, really can play those drums. Damn. I'm just sayin', is all.
SOUL-CHEESE-AND-CRACKER is playing "One Wave," a really fun pop-punk track. They have awesome stage presence, and they're all pretty good players. A.P.: "I was really disappointed with the turnout. I was expecting at least 200 people." Sucks, dude. Furreal. I wish more people had been there. I think this is my favorite band. Not, I'm totally biased now. Oh, well. Heh.