Well, the girls are still at it. Peyton's hard at work burning a CD. Brooke's counting up and down to eight. She barks, claps, slaps, moves, and grooves. Bam! She tells Beven to do a high kick and "Tutor Girl" to do a diagonal. Haley stops for a second: "What's a diagonal?" Cue Mouth slapping his hands together and slamming his arms into said diagonal. Brooke thanks him and keeps on going. Peyton hands Brooke the CD. She says, "Ripped and burned! You can bet no one's going to have this." Brooke takes it from her and says, "This better be good." Peyton nods and says, "You're welcome." Heh. Brooke walks over to the boom box and says, "If we get this right to the music, I'll spring for escorts, guys."

The boys make their way back to the hotel. They're laughing and being teenagers. Nathan splits off from the group, and Luke says, "Hey, the hotel's this way!" Nathan tells him he's just going to check out the gym. Luke asks if he can go with him, and surprisingly Nathan says okay.

They arrive in the gym. Nathan says it'll be lit up tomorrow. He continues, "Dad's not going to be here so I figure I'll go for season highs just to piss him off." Where is he, anyway? "Lawyers told him to skip a game to show he's not controlled by basketball. So he brought in a satellite dish so he could get the live feed." Oh and corporate whore number two? Gatorade. They're sponsoring The Classic. Luke wishes he was out there, but the way he feels, he doesn't think he'll be back. Nathan says, "There's always other sports. You don't need arms to suck at soccer." Pause. "I busted my elbow a couple years ago. I was playing again in, like, six weeks." Ohh, what a man. He worked through the pain. Yawn. Blah brotherly advice, blah deal with the pain, blah shoot through the pain, blah eventually it'll get easier blah. Luke asks if he's been working on his fade-away. Nathan replies, "Fade-away's soft. Look, if the game is on the line and the rock is in my hand, I'm going to the hole, every time, that's my game."