Daphne and Justin get fuzzed out of focus so that we can watch a violin come into frame. Three notes are played. "You know, he's pretty good," Daphne decides. She's quick like that. Pussylip's playing on a street corner. Justin says that Ethan goes to Justin's school, and that Justin saw him play once. I can't believe that Justin hasn't been gabbing about Ethan for the past hour of his conversation with Daphne. He'd totally have already told her all about him and they'd have gone to spy on him. Justin would want to gush about this to Daphne -- about the new cute boy who likes Justin and whom Justin can't stop thinking about, who's the romantic he wishes he could turn Brian into. If only Brian played the violin instead of strangers' cocks. And also, from fifty feet away, Daphne comments on how great Ethan's eyes are, even though his head is down and his hair covers most of his eyes. Daphne excuses herself to go to Biology. What campus are they on? Justin watches Ethan play for a while. I guess it's wintertime, because everyone's dressed for the winter. But didn't Justin just have spring break? ["If he's in college, that was probably in February, right? So it could very well still be winter. Certainly, it is in Toronto." -- Wing Chun] Yay! I love it when Ethan plays because there's nothing really to recap. Yay!
Ethan stops playing and the crowd of three applaud. They lay in some woman shouting, "Excellent!" and it sounds just as fake as the rest of those adlibs. Ethan brags about the piece he was just playing as he puts his violin away. Justin asks why he's playing on a street corner. Ethan says he needs the cash. Justin says there's probably an easier way. Ethan wiggles and says he could always be a go-go dancer. Justin says he doesn't recommend that, but leaves out the part where he explains that he was a prostitute. Justin tells him that he's pretty good. Ethan winks and tells Justin that he's actually a genius. How is this kid the best actor this show's ever seen? He's not even that good. Maybe it's because he hardly has any lines. Ethan says they've been calling him a genius since he was six, so he eventually had to start believing it. He finishes counting his money and brags that he got eighty bucks. Wow. How long was he playing out there? He says it's not bad, considering he's not even really playing. Justin wonders if that means that Ethan's got a tape deck in his sleeve or something. Ethan tells Justin that when he plays, he's just another instrument, and that the music is going through him. Justin can't believe that someone else has described exactly what it feels like when he's drawing. Yeah, another guy said that last night on The Hamptons, so don't freak your shit like Ethan's sister shares a birthday with you, Justin. It's how artists feel about their work when they wear goatees or have miraculous gimp hands. Ethan has a problem understanding people's auras and personal spaces. He just walks right in and practically spits on you as he talks. Justin and Ethan notice garbage men loading a couch into the back of a truck about two blocks away. Justin tells Ethan that the couch is a piece of shit. Ethan says it's his new couch. They run after the garbage truck and ask if they can have the couch instead. Ethan throws his violin on the couch and has Justin help him carry the couch back to his apartment.