Guys, I have watched the Magic Mike red-band trailer like six times since yesterday. Why do I feel like Ronnie is really sore he wasn't invited to participate?
Beckanne is telling Tom how Dance magazine wants to do an article on her. She says she hasn't told anyone (except the camera crew that's standing four feet away). Tom goes and tells everyone, because the gays are gossipy, you know. Beckanne says she doesn't like to talk about herself a lot and Christiana and Allison cover their fits of enraged laughter with carefully placed coughing. Tom talking heads some more about how talented Beckanne is. Ugh, we get it, Maureen.
Allison, Katie C., and Tom hit the town to get Tom a man. Allison is wearing a long-sleeved minidress made entirely of green sequins. Tom is wearing a tank top, because he knows what's up. He repeats that he's the only gay dancer at Ballet West. But not the only gay dancer in this bar -- there are boys in gold pants shaking it up on the bars. One of them kind of looks like Ronnie. Tom says he felt weird, having wingladies, and considering Allison's track record, I wouldn't trust her to set me up for a game of bowling, much less someone to share personal fluids with. Tom does not approve of Katie's taste in manflesh. Allison is doing a little better, and finds Tom a faux-lumberjacky looking fellow named Alex.
Rehearsal. Christiana watches the first cast rehearse and mopes. Allison is still not grasping her part. She says it's amazing to learn from Elena but she's getting more and more frustrated, and for the first time I have a tiny shred of sympathy for that man-eating bitch. I would be in tears and shoving a carbonara into my face long before this point. Allison takes a break and goes off to cry. Rex gives her a pep talk, and is very sweet and supportive, which she hardly deserves. Beckanne observes that it's hard to watch Allison struggle, and she almost passably impersonates a human with feelings. Allison tells another dancer she thinks she's just too old to get this, with all the pathos of Brett Favre's sad little gray wang.