Front seat of Jordan's car. Angela stares through the rain-flecked windshield; Jordan bitches, "What I still can't understand...is why Tino quit. That's what's so...frustratin'." Angela tries to look interested as Jordan goes on, "Can you imagine what that's like -- to have to, like, sit around, tryin' to figure out what someone else is, like...thinking." Like, ha ha. Not. Angela squelches a laugh. After a moment of silence, Rayanne, wearing a bowler hat and about ten thousand necklaces, bursts into the car and giggles, "Hey, what's up?" "Oh, Rayanne, hi," Angela says, in just about the weakest simulation of a genuine greeting in history. Jordan makes a "the fuck?" face. Angela says that her parents told her Rayanne stopped by the day before, "but I sort of thought you said you weren't going to, so..." "No problem," Rayanne perks, chewing on a raisin: "Guzzled a six-pack, two hits of X, I was back to new!" Angela smiles a that's-not-funny smile. Rayanne burbles, "So, Catalano, how's it going?" Jordan stares out the windshield, annoyed, and doesn't answer. Angela rambles all embarrassed that Frozen Embryos got an open-mic spot at Vertigo, "you know, that coffeehouse," and Rayanne breaks in to say that "I, like, know what Vertigo is," and Angela blushes, "Right -- well, um, they still don't have a lead singer, so it's like, um, should they blow it off, or find someone new by next Thursday, or..." Jordan turns in his seat to glare at Rayanne, then turns back around and resumes staring dully straight ahead. "So Tino's still being a lowlife, huh?" Rayanne asks. Jordan turns around again and gestures with his pack of Marlboros: "Could you two, like...leave?" Angela shoots Rayanne a look, sighs, and tries to catch Jordan's eye to telegraph an "I'm sorry" to him but fails. Rayanne eagerly makes to get out of the car.

In the hall, Rayanne has a "brilliant" idea and proposes herself as the new lead singer for Frozen Embryos. Angela's smile freezes on her face; Rayanne urges Angela to "talk to Jordan" on her behalf, but Angela doesn't think it sounds "very realistic." Rayanne argues that she just spent a month sober, and that didn't sound very realistic either at one time. Angela tries another tack: "I can't just tell Jordan Catalano something like that." But Rayanne won't hear it, saying that they'd have "such a time -- you hanging out with the band, me...being the band!" She says that Jordan would do it if Angela asked him. "No he won't, he's Jordan Catalano," Angela snorts, not meeting Rayanne's eye. On the one hand, I can sympathize with Angela feeling sketched out by the idea, but on the other hand, it's not like Rayanne asked her to ask Bill Gates to configure Outlook Express for her. Rayanne makes Angela promise to ask Jordan anyway. Reluctantly, Angela promises. Rayanne goes spazzing happily down the hallway; Angela looks uncomfortable.