Self-preservation wins, and he goes down to talk to Joe, wearing that awesome sweater. I don't know why I love it so much. It's very nice. It looks nice on him. I wonder who picked it out. Was it a gift? Did he buy it himself? I cannot say. Matt "Velvet" Dusk and Joe are quite civil with one another, and after being offered a seat by Joe, he spits out, "Dude, I can't do this." He explains about the rehearsal and the terrors that resulted. "She tried her best," which I guess is true, to the best of her ability, and given the fact that she's never really tried her best at anything, "and I think it's really a bad idea for her to sing." Joe, whose course is clear here, responds, "With all due respect? It's a restaurant, dude." Ouch. That's a third-degree burn. Dude. "It's not the Showroom --" which of course sets off little bells in Matt "Velvet" Dusk's head, which he adorably acts out for us, with his hands swirling around his cranium: "Speaking of the Showroom? You know, I would like to see us actually move up there." Joe reaches out and gives him a metaphorical bitch-slap. "Work with us and we'll address this." Man, Joe is good at being bad. And also? He's totally right. I hate to say it, you know I do, but Jesus. Just do your job, Matt "Velvet" Dusk. At least you have one. Be glad that Joe is screwing you now, while you're still at Zax, where the only person that even sees your show on a nightly basis is...Tom, for some reason. Imagine how bad it will be when he's pulling this crap on you in the Showroom. Joe is like two shots of prick right now, but he's four shots of correct, and that's more.