It's a boner forest out there. She and the similarly underaged/overprecocious keyboardist do a little rap.

I told you Daddy
I'd be okay
Somebody asked me out today
He said he'd have me home by nine to pray

Amanda Jane folds her hands in prayer, leveling a gaze of frank desire over the tips, fairly licking them, upright before her lips; Amanda Jane has no idea what she's doing, what she's saying. She's expressing His holy light. Honesty.

I'm still your little girl
With braids

This last over a smirk like a whore's. "Jesus, everybody! Honesty!" One horny youth screams out, "Honesty, babe!" Another shouts, "Honesty!" It is my belief that Maryann's house can appear anywhere, at any time, because it is everywhere if you know where to look. No divisions, as they say, between ourselves and divinity. And chastity, well, abstinence can become its own sort of abandon; we surrender ourselves, don't we? To each other, to ourselves, to V, to pleasure, to compassion, to humility, to the Lord. This is only surrender. In certain moments, any house could be Maryann's house.

"Let's hear it again for our very own Amanda Jane! You did very good, honey," Steve Newlin says sweetly, paternally, not a trace of desire in him, patting her lovingly on the back. She is doing God's work and by facilitating this, by making trendy this honesty and this surrender, this prayer, he is doing God's work too. "Honesty!" They calm down, in his presence, and Steve smiles down on them all. "That was 'Jesus Asked Me Out Today,' and it's on her new album. Which drops next Tuesday, is that right?"

She nods, a Jonas sister in a Simpson body, and says the words she's been taught to say. "Yes! Oh, look for it at Walmart, Target, Costco... And of course the single's already available for downloadin' on iTunes. So check it out!" They chuckle; they will. "I love you Amanda!" one young man screams, as she leaves. Steve waits for quiet. "You hate to have to follow that," he says in a wacky voice, and bids them take their seats. "We're gonna wind things down with a little game, which, while fun, should also be instructive. Because as each of you heads out into the world, at some point you will be faced with real life encounters with vampire sympathizers." They all boo, and Jason squirms.

That phrase could mean a lot. Maybe your sister's a fangbanger, and you still love her. Maybe you dreamed once, electric dreams, of fucking vampires and being fucked. Maybe you loved a vampire once, a little bit, and wept when he died, and felt so guilty you confessed to crimes you never committed. Maybe that's what that means. Is kindness sympathy? Is compassion treachery? Do we cross from light to dark when we learn to love the other? Can he come back from that?