Man, every time they give me a clip of the boys dancing and singing, I just start laughing. This "I love it when you take me down, down, down under your spell" song has choreography where they mime fisting. I think Jacob thinks that if he dances badly enough, they won't make him dance with the rest of the group and will let him just play guitar while they dance. Ed talks some choreography-speak that is mostly just boring, clipped with dance bits that don't have anything to do with what he's saying. As we watch the boys practice lip-synching while looking "natural," Jacob tells us that they still suck. Ashley sits in front of an image of blurry school buses as he tells us he's anxious.
O-Town arrives at the arena. Girls scream. "I'm here!" Trevor says. "Where's Britney?" Erik actually tells us that he thought the stage was going to be shitty, but then was pretty happy to see the gigantic stage Brit uses for her show. He says they have "ample room" to do their thing.
Finally, Trevor gets to meet Britney. Britney walks into their dressing room. She's wearing a hat from My Chauffeur. Yes, like a stripper. Here's what Britney's good at. You know when you are at a strip club and there's a pretty blonde girl that's your favorite, and eventually you make enough eye contact with her that she comes over to your table and the way she looks at you and talks to you convince you that she likes you and was coming over just to talk? You know how you feel like you're tipping her the $25 not just because she put her ass in your face, but because you think she's a great girl and you want to give her the money because you're a good person and not because you just made a sexual transaction? Plus, you know, she's putting herself through college and could use the money. Britney does that. She coos and smiles and cocks her head like she's listening to you and not just counting hundred-dollar bills. She makes the right noises at the right times so it's like she's flirting, but she never actually gets involved. It's very smart, and I don't know how she learned it without being a stripper.
Back to Trevor's list. Five reasons. Reason #4: "She fine." And reason #5: "She's hot." Trevor just busts out and tells Britney, "Honestly, though? Girl, you fine." He's all blushing and stammering and Britney says something that sounds like "You're so weak!" but I'm sure she called him "sweet." She makes noises like he's a puppy. Trevor apologizes to all of us for being such a pussy. Everyone starts teasing Trevor, telling Britney this story that Trevor doesn't want her to know about how this guy pretended to give Trevor Britney's cell-phone number once and he called it. This guy put his friend on the phone and she pretended she was Britney and told him that O-Town sucked. Britney is only half-listening to this story, so she doesn't know if she's supposed to act offended because someone told Trevor that O-Town sucked, or if she's supposed to be offended that someone is pretending to be such a mean Britney, or if she's supposed to laugh because of course everyone knows that O-Town doesn't suck and that Britney loves all of their songs, even the ones nobody hears on the radio. She just makes all of the noises and plays every single angle, wondering how much longer she has to be stuck in this basement with this fifth-rate boy band when Justin's upstairs with a $5 million belly chain he wants to put on her. Trevor's t-shirt reads: "It's only funny until someone gets hurt. Then it's hilarious." Man, that's this show in a nutshell, isn't it? An exhausted Britney finally gets to leave so that she doesn't have to pretend she knows who Trevor is anymore. Everyone then teases Trevor for making such an ass out of himself in front of Britney.