Final tryouts. There are a few kids in the audience, including one dweeb watching the girls' asses with binoculars. Grace is in the stands, as are Luke and Friedman. Luke moves down to the row behind Grace, as the kids in the stands chant a cheer along with one of the finalists. Well, Grace doesn't chant, of course. But Luke does. Interesting. I was never the "school spirit" type, myself. I'll pause here while you retrieve your jaw from the floor. You can see why I like Grace. I am Grace, just...more femme-y. Luke's managed to get himself arranged behind Grace without her noticing him, so when he casually says, "Hey," she turns around with surprise. She gives him a contemptuous look and says nothing, turning back around. Luke says he's kind of surprised to see her there. Grace says, "Maybe I'm an incurable optimist. Maybe I think there's still hope. Maybe I think that someone won't show up." Luke: "Why do you care? I mean, empirically speaking, you wouldn't care unless you were emotionally invested..." Grace gives him a look intended to make him think twice about pursuing this line of discussion. The clouds part and the sun breaks through as Luke suddenly realizes, "You like my sister." Grace says, "First, I don't like anyone." That's a reasonably plausible denial. "In her better moments, your sister didn't make me want to puke." You know, I think it would be really interesting if both Grace and Adam were interested in Joan, and even better if Joan were actually willing to consider either of them. Throw in Luke and it makes it all delightfully complicated. Bring it on! Anyway, speaking of which, it's Joan's turn.
She comes out in dark blue track pants, a yellow T-shirt, and a bright blue vest. They would have to pick blue and gold, my high school colours, for this show. Like every week doesn't already involve some excruciating flashback or another. Joan's hair is all pulled up into a high ponytail, and she looks about fourteen instead of sixteen. There's some rap lite music playing. She smiles adorably and starts her cheer, "Go, Eagles / Go, Eagles / Go, go, go Eagles..." Grace mutters to Luke, "In her better moments." Joan continues, "We live to cheer / We're so sincere / Unless you get in trouble -- then we're outta here / 'Cause it's such a royal pain when a friend gets arrested..." CeCe's horrified. Other students are pretty surprised. Joan continues, "How could I have known? How could I have guessed it? / It's not like she's my sister -- whoops, is that my beeper? / And even if she was, am I my sister's keeper? Sorry, gotta go, tryouts are today. Tell her we'll think of her every time we say / Go, Eagles / Go, Eagles / Go, go, go Eagles!" Grace has a tiny smile on her face, and Luke looks like he's pretty impressed. Joan drops her pompoms like dirty underwear as she concludes, "My name is Joan / This cheer is my own / So kiss my feathers, 'cause this bird has flown." She pulls her ponytail out as she mouths the words "Thank you" very sarcastically and leaves the room to a standing ovation. Well, in the stands, anyway. Grace actually says, "Woo!" The cheerleader types aren't too impressed. CeCe scowls and flounces out. Grace says to Luke, "Definitely a better moment." Friedman comes down to tell Luke, "Dude, your sister's, like, hot." Grace: "Dude...you're, like, an ass." Friedman's all "whatever" as Grace leaves. He asks Luke, "Listen...Diablo at Dave's...you in?" Luke can't make a decision right away, and Friedman takes off, leaving Luke in the stands.