Cut to the stage within, where Vocal Adrenaline leaps into a very entertaining version of Duffy's "Mercy." It's not as deliriously inspired as the pilot's "Rehab," but it's just as enthusiastically performed, and good goddamn, but some of those dancing boys are hot. Expect it to have entered heavy rotation in gay video bars across the nation by the time this recap's been posted. The Adrenalines end this routine as they did their last, by dropping their heads with their hands clasped at their waists, so I guess that's some sort of show choir cliché, or something. In any event, once they're done, the camera cuts to a troll-like gentleman in the wings who bellows, "GET OFF MY STAGE." This would be the eminent Dakota Stanley and, to paraphrase the lovely and talented Wolf, who first noted the following on the forum boards: He looks like, well...you know when you're out in the woods, and you wander into the darkest, nastiest, wettest area possible, and you turn over a big rock? Dakota Stanley's the guy who pops out from behind a tree and flashes you. This does not, of course, deter Rachel, who stalks him from the rehearsal to his Stingray T-top (that apparently came complete with a pneumatically enhanced bleached blonde in the passenger seat when he picked it up from the lot) to beg for his services, which are quite expensive: Eight thousand dollars a number plus a $10,000 bonus if they reach the top three at Regionals. How will the Glee Club ever raise that much cash? Quinn apparently already has a cunning plan, but we'll have to wait until after the commercial break to learn the brilliant details.
Episode Report CardDemian: B+ | 2328 USERS: B
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