Trevor and his dad stop at one of Trevor's dad's favorite Soul Food joints. Trevor tells us that his dad has worked seventeen to twenty hours a day for twenty-eight years. Doing what? Give your papa some money, Trevor. That shit ain't right. Trevor says his dad never complains about his hours, and speculates that this must be what being an adult is like. Hours of bullshit, never complaining. I'd start speculating where your father is working if he's only home four hours a day. PapaTrevor tells Trevor to keep doing what he's doing. He tells him a few times. No shit, PapaTrevor. Make that kid clone himself and work two times so you don't have to eat mac and cheese from a serving line before your two hours of sleep a night. Trevor has the nerve to say that his job is tough. PapaTrevor goes on about the service again, and how Trevor will get used to it, and how it's important that Trevor save all this money (and give it to PapaTrevor). He tells Trevor that they all miss him as much as he misses them, but that what he's doing now is going to help him in life. Trevor pulls out two Knicks tickets and hands them to his dad. PapaTrevor is crazy proud of his son. "Right behind Spike Lee," Trevor boasts. PapaTrevor is practically in tears as he kisses his son and thanks him profusely. Trevor says that spending this time with his father has made him realize that O-Town is his new family. Heh. Sorry, PapaTrevor. Keep that ticket stub -- Trevor's got a new family now. Trevor and PapaTrevor kiss and tell each other that they love each other.
Establishing shots of ducks, I guess because Ashley's hopes are about to get shot down. Back in Orlando, the house has called a group meeting to tell Ashley he's got to get over himself. My mother takes one look at Jacob and shouts, "Yuck! Wash that hair!" I turn to her and say, "I know, Ma. I've been saying." She points to my laptop and says, "Can you put that in there? Tell him to take a shower. Does he read that? Does his mother read that? He needs to bathe. Tell him that." So, I just did. Jacob, my mom thinks you're gross. I could sum up this entire scene in one sentence. Silent Mike: "No, Ashley." He asks how Ashley could think he could get five weeks off when he only got ten days off all of last year. Take that, PapaTrevor. Ten damn days. Good thing Ashley spent two of his days meeting Hollywood folks instead of seeing the family that hates him and the girlfriend who only dates him to get on television. Ashley says he didn't expect all of this to happen when he got to Hollywood (sure he didn't), but then he "prepared, with, like, an acting coach," he says. He's all bragging that he was "ready to go" and then spins it so it doesn't sound like he was too shitty for Chuck to let him audition. Ashley says he wanted to know if there was any way he could do the part. "No," Silent Mike basically says. He says that they made a pact (I think they call it a "contract") that they were going to tour through this album and then write and record another one. So there's no time for Ash to flake off just to make a shitty film. Erik pouts and reminds Ashley that all the time off is going to be spent in the studio. "Studio" here means "Our love nest, Ashley, remember? Do I mean nothing to you anymore?" Jacob tells Ashley that they have to write another album. I'm sorry, did they write the first album? I was unaware of that Jacobian factoid. Jacob says they need to write for the next album in the hopes that they'll get a "single on it," and if not, they'll just sing the songs as though they wrote them. Silent Mike reminds Ashley again that he only had ten days off. He says that if Ashley takes five weeks off while they promote the second album, he can kiss O-Town goodbye. Ashley nods, pouts, and reddens.