Girls' room. "Rose Of" Sharon Cherski comes out of a stall and sets about trying to get a stain out of her shirt. Rayanne comes out of another stall, singing the Sesame Street theme, and Sharon gives her the usual glare of frank hostility. Rayanne, on the defensive: "What." Sharon, confused: "That was you?" Rayanne: "So." Sharon comments in a tone of surprise that Rayanne actually has "a decent voice." Rayanne didn't say Sharon could listen; Sharon didn't know Rayanne used the bathroom as her "private recording studio," snippety snipe snipe. Sharon says "ucchh" and goes back to her shirt. Rayanne clomps up really close behind Sharon and asks if she thinks Rayanne could sing "halfway decent," like maybe in front of people. "Maybe if you...dressed a little more normally," Sharon quips gently. Another girl comes into the bathroom, and Rayanne quickly moves away from Sharon, then turns back and poses Sharon a hypothetical: "Say one person finds out there's a way she can get into a band that, like, needs a lead singer, and say this person can sing --" "This is you, right?" Sharon interrupts. Rayanne tells her to listen: "So she asks this other person to put in a good word for her, because this other person, like, hangs out with someone in the band --" Sharon interrupts again to ask which band. Rayanne impatiently tells her to shut up, saying that the hypothetical other person is acting "all put-out" about the whole thing. Sharon asks why, wondering if the hypothetical other person wants to sing in the band herself, and Rayanne goes off on a diatribe about the other person wanting to do it and acting like a "real friend" and believing in Rayanne...but maybe the other person thinks she'll make "a complete fool of" herself. "So, this is Angela, right?" Sharon asks. But Rayanne sees the truth in the "complete fool of herself" part, and she grabs her bag and stalks out without answering Sharon.
Band practice. Rayanne, all kitted out in rocker-wear...well, more rocker-esque wear than usual, for her...okay, so she's not dressed all that differently. Anyway, she slips into the practice loft while the drummer and the bassist, both terrible actors, fight about the volume and whether the bassist is out of tune. Jordan tries to break it up; more arguing ensues. Jordan points out that "we're not a band anymore -- we don't even have a name!" Rayanne, waiting for them to notice her, "accidentally" brushes up against the strings of a guitar, and the guys all look over at her. She smiles invitingly.