Now, I don't know what amazes me more: that England can call itself a society if its citizens make their untalented musicians work for a living, or that Sharon's band wants Sharon to show up on time for rehearsals. Sharon is three hours late for a rehearsal when she calls to tell them that she lost her way to the new rehearsal space. In a confessional, Sharon admits to having a "punctuality problem," but only cops to being an hour and a half late for the rehearsal in question. Finally, she arrives and Nico -- some male band member with floppy hair and a periwinkle-blue lambswool turtleneck -- tells her that he's going to "walk out" if she's that late again. In a confessional, Sharon refers to this as "drastic." They rehearse. They have yet another Oprah-esque song in their repertoire: "Hold on to what you're dreaming/ be what you have to be/ stay where your heart is happy/ make sure your devil is dead."
Lars and some guy check out another venue. This one holds eight hundred people, which is the perfect size for Lars. The guy who owns the club wants an up-front fee of £1,500. Apparently, Lars is getting a deal. The guy wanted to charge more, but he heard that Lars was bringing "American DJs" and thought he'd make more at the bar. In a confessional, Lars "confesses" that he's been speaking to some American DJs, but that "nothing is confirmed yet." Apparently these DJs' management people want to see Lars's "concept" for the party before they give their DJs to Lars.
But let's not forget about the real tragedy here: that Neil has to work for a living. In an interview, Neil claims that his data-entry job could be performed by a "lobotomized hamster." That's just too easy comment on, so I won't. In the kitchen, Mike rubs it in Neil's face that Mike makes more money teaching rollerblading lessons than Neil does at his office job and that, furthermore, Mike gets to be outside. "You have money and I don't," says Neil, flipping veggie burgers on the grill. "Something's very wrong. I should be the one getting money." Why? Because you make crap music that no one wants to listen to, whereas Mike actually possesses a marketable skill? In an interview, Neil reveals that he has been offered three more weeks of work to do the same thing, and that he's turned them down. "I'd rather be poor," says Neil. Next, we see Neil on stage while his band warms up. He's got a new look going on: he's wearing a white suit jacket over a pink shirt. Oh, and Patty Smyth from Scandal called. She wants her makeup back. While he dejectedly stomps around the stage, he voice-overs a complaint that "no one else has to worry about" money in the house except him. Yeah -- it's so unfair the way people who work for a living don't share the same anxieties as those who refuse to.