Rosanna's on her cell phone crying to someone about something, but it's not so much that I'm refusing to recap her here, but the fact that they have the mic somewhere else in the limo. All I can hear are Nicole and Travis flirting, Ana Maria and Ivette on their cell phones, and I think the limo driver calling his mother to apologize for ruining his life. Everyone is crying. Ana Maria cries and tells the person on the phone that all kinds of people came to see the show. She says something that gets blanked out and she's holding a pink blankie. I can't hear her anymore because Travis is cracking himself up about something. Rosanna is crying and saying something about signing autographs, but Travis is still cracking himself up. Ana Maria is saying, "People were just reaching out just to like, touch us," but you can hardly hear her talking. The camera pans over to Ivette's monotone voice talking to someone on her cell phone. She's crying and saying something about love and how this was an important show. Behind her, Nicole is passed out in Travis' arms. I'm not kidding. Pan back over to Ana Maria who is still crying, saying she's "happy and so emotional." Over her you can hear Ivette tell the person on the phone that they had "fifteen hundred people" at the concert. I scream and then rip a fingernail out. Ana Maria cries. Pan over to Ivette crying.
Nicole gets her own confessional here, since she slept through the sad part: "I remember sitting in the limo and I think I was so in shock. Everybody else was crying except for me. I think that if I fully digested it...then...I wouldn't be able to...comprehend it that...it's happening." That's some nice talking, there. As she talks we see all of the girls dabbing at their make-up with tissues. Rosanna turns to Nicole and whispers, "You know we're still on-camera, right?" Nicole sits with her arms crossed around her waist, staring at the floor. She looks up and her eyes are completely emotionless.
"See you next week at the concert!" the girls all shout and smile into the camera. "We love you!" Ana Maria begins to say, but the star graphic shuts her up.
Oh. My. God. I'm recapping a concert next week? How much does that suck?