The roommates meet up with Jeff, Devin, and Adam at Arista, and they all travel to K-ROCK together. How annoying that they all need to go into this tiny little meeting room together. Couldn't they have just nominated Mike and Kevin to do the actual meeting, but they would all work on the pitch? Like when you have to do a group presentation for work, or for a class, not every single person has to stand up and talk. One or two people talk, one person does the PowerPoint slides, and the other people do research. It's just so stupid and contrived that they all have to go into this meeting. Anyway, they meet with Booker, a DJ, and Mike, the programming director. Kevin tells them the name of the song, and then they play it. Most of the roommates kind of nod their head and bop around, except Nicole, who sits there with a stony expression. In a confessional, Nicole says that she'll sell the song, but she's not going to bop around unless she feels it. Would it be like selling her soul to at least smile, or look enthused? Seriously, would it kill her? Apparently, it would.

When the song ends, Booker says that normally he thinks of Whitney Houston when he thinks of Arista, and he wonders why they are branching out into a new genre. Kevin answers that there was a bidding war over this band, which totally doesn't answer the question. Mike the Programming Director asks what the bid was, but Kevin doesn't know. Why are they all there if Kevin is the only one who's going to talk? Mike the Programming Director starts peppering the group with questions about the band, such as who the members are, and how many there are. Kevin doesn't seem to know, and no one else even tries to answer. Mike the Programming Director wants to know what Arista is going to do to support the record and the band, but no one has any answers. Mike the Programming Directors asks a number of other questions, which are edited to look like he asked them in rapid succession, and that no one responded. They seem like pretty basic questions. I comment to J-Dawg that maybe the record company should have made sure that the roommates had the proper information, since they had to have known what kinds of questions would be asked. J-Dawg notes that most of those questions could have been answered by reading the CD liner notes. Good point, that. Anyway, the roommates all just sit there like mutes. Angry, sullen mutes.

Wait, next week is the season finale? Already? I'm totally kidding. I think I did a jig when I saw that commercial. At the very least, I raised the roof. I'm kidding. I would never raise the roof. Much.