The sign on the hotel says, "Secret Sparkle Collection Welcomes N.C. Cheerleaders to the Sparkle Classic." The kids mill about in the hallway as Whitey rages up and down the hallway barking orders: "Listen up! We've got a team meeting in the conference room right after dinner. Lights out at nine o'clock." He stops in front of Luke and hands him a card key and a piece of paper. Then he continues barking: "Consider your room assignments final." Heh. Luke and Nathan end up together. Nathan looks at Luke. Luke looks at Nathan; then he says, "You've got to be kidding me." Whitey giggles. Well, he grins; I suppose a man of his stature doesn't "giggle" per se, but he sure as hell is enjoying himself. He says, "Alphabetical order." He points at Nathan and says, "Scott." He points at Luke and says, "Scott. Unalterable." Then just like a giddy old schoolmarm, he wafts away on a cloud of euphoria that can only come from teaching some kids a lesson or two. Nathan says sarcastically, "You should have changed your name." Heh. Luke just stands there looking like his weekend just can't get any worse. His best friend abandons him for a kick-ass ride, his shoulder is still busted, and now he's got to share a room with Nathan.

After the break, Luke sits on the bed exercising the bane of his existence, and wincing every time he moves his shoulder up or down. Ouch! Poor baby with the fake injury that might hinder his game. As if. Nathan comes in from the bathroom, grabs the remote, flops down on the bed, and turns on the television. But wait -- in order for him to hear the game that's on, he has to turn off Luke's music. But he doesn't ask first, he just turns it off, so Luke says, "I was listening to that." Nathan snits, "Not anymore. I'm watching TV." So Luke gets up, grabs the remote that Nathan tossed to the bottom of the bed, turns off the television, and on his way into the bathroom he says, "Not anymore."