J.D. and Ashley "get real" here, talking about how much it sucks to not have your father believe in your artistic vision. Ashley loves J.D. J.D. loves Ashley.
J.D. is on a lunch date with Dan in a tiny café during a rainstorm. J.D. asks Dan if he had a hard time fitting in since he came in so late. Dan says that he was yelling at them on the second day for being late, but eventually they stopped hating him and resenting him and it is now, officially, "all good."
"Life with O-Town: Day Three." I don't know what's going on because people are taking their shirts off again. Dan tells J.D. that he should be spending less time crashing their rehearsals and more time working on his own upcoming showcase. He says it's all mental right now. They ask what he's going to sing. He says he's singing, "A nice little ballad called Do You Dream of Me?" Ashley asks him to sing a little. After a quick protest, he sings into the locker room. The boys shut him up before they start crying. They're all, "Okay. That's all." Ashley gives a penny's worth of unsolicited advice by telling J.D. that the major turning point in his "career" was when he learned how to breathe properly. And when he figured out how to calm his gag reflex. For no reason at all, J.D. starts slowly exhaling, as if he just now remembered this "breathing" thing singers have been blessed with. Black-and-white flashback to the boys learning how to breathe. The vocal coach holds Ashley gently by the back of his neck, telling him to drop his jaw. Now, I just described that scene. Reading that, did you see Ashley standing before the coach, or kneeling? Just wondering. Ashley gives J.D. a piece of a paper and challenges him to blow on it steadily, keeping it stuck to the wall as long as possible. They dare him to try to blow longer than Trevor. Trevor and J.D. inhale and both blow as long as they can, slowly and steadily, blowing as best as they can, just like they were taught, with all the passion their young hearts can muster. The other boys snap and count and cheer on their friends' blowing, impressed with the blowing skills. Jealous, perhaps, of the mouth control, the lung capacity, the jaw-dropping skills. Unable to keep still any longer, J.D. reaches his hand out and pushes the back of Trevor's head. Trevor pushes on J.D.'s torso. They wrestle with each other as they blow, daring not to look each other in the eyes, keeping their mouths focused on their targets. Eventually Trevor must stop blowing, which makes J.D. only win the blow-off by default. The boys cry foul play. And I'm spent.