He tells the violin boy that he thought Violin Boy was wonderful. "The Ravel was passable but the Brahms was for shit," says Violin Boy. Justin says he didn't notice. "Yeah, well, you should've; it was all your fault," the boy answers. Is he signing an autograph for Justin? He says that the way Justin was staring at him was very distracting. Justin apologizes. "Although not necessarily in a bad way," the fiddler finishes. Justin laughs and introduces himself. Our fiddler gets a name: Ethan. Justin holds up his program and says he knows. Yes, but we didn't, Justin. Ethan sees Justin's drawings on the program and asks to see it. Justin's modest, but Ethan takes the program. "It's me in five variations," he says. "It's a habit," Justin says. "You know, I can't stop myself." Except for the fact that you've got a gimp hand. Oh, you don't? Well, then forget I said anything. Ethan's about to tell me "it's because the writers don't give a shit about continuity or character development," but he's interrupted by his own creepy utterances to the effect that Justin's a true artist and he plays in his sleep. Where's Brian to make the obvious joke about Ethan playing in his sleep? Ethan seems to know that Justin goes to that school. I guess it's more than just an art college. Justin says that his friends brought him to the recital for his birthday. Lindsay makes an awkward cross at this point and says "Hello!" in this sing-songy voice. Ethan gives Justin a CD of his own music and says, "Happy birthday." Love ourselves much? Justin compliments the photo on the jewel case. Ethan says that next time, he'll use one of Justin's sketches. "Do," Justin says quietly. Off-camera friends pull Ethan's attention away from Justin momentarily, so Justin awkwardly has to find somewhere else to go so that he doesn't look like a loser. Once Justin's finally away, Ethan turns to look for him. Of course. Of course. I could end every paragraph of every recap with "of course." Are you guys that do this show still reading these recaps? Do you hate me or agree with me? Do you want to vent? Please just write me an email. I'll keep it secret, but I want to know what it feels like to be on a runaway cliché train. I want to know what you honestly feel about this show. Are you really happy with it, or do you want to scream? Help me help you. Help me help you. Help me. Help you. Help. Help. Somebody help me.