Katie sits in the empty theater and cries. Ronald comes in, all cheekbones and spiky hair and he's so Sparkle Ballet Vampire. Katie tells him she didn't get into the company and cries on him. He says in a talking head that he doesn't want to choose between this job (and his brother) and his girlfriend. It's a goddamn Greek tragedy.
Nightclub dancer party! Ronnie is auditioning for a role in the Magic Mike sequel. Rex complains a little more about how Allison plays him hot and cold. Christiana observes that Rex and Allison's relationship is very "unique." She does not say "because she is using him as her emotional tampon," which is polite of her. Allison and Rex have one of those passive-aggressive club arguments that I will now translate for you:
Allison: I want to dance with other guys. Rex: But I love you and your hair smells nice. Allison: You're cute. Buy me a drink? Rex: Let's get married. Allison: Sure, whatevs, but omigod, I am so busy with work right now. Hey, Cooper Nielsen's here! Bye, Roy! Rex: Meep. Rex's eyebrows: Man, we should've stuck with Peter Gallagher when we had the chance.
The Brothers Tilton (for that is Rex and Ronald's last name) wander the streets of Salt Lake City discussing their lady problems. I'm just impressed that it's taken this long for the heterosexual ballet-dancing brothers, one of whom looks like R.Pattz, to get a reality show. Adam explains that Rex has it all: he's tall, he's handsome, his technique is good, and he partners well. All of which will serve him well if he ever decides to make a career change into adult films. (I'm sorry. I had to.) Adam says four-tool players like Rex are hot commodities, but that he lets his personal life bleed into his work. Of course he's partnering Allison today, and he's fucking up because he loooooooooves her. He monologues that maybe it would be easier if he and Allison didn't hang out so much. Yeah, Rex is definitely Charlie From Seattle: The Mopey Years.