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So, Brendon is �sure everyone had a good time in New Orleans, but it�s time to move on. Browgay! Time for some tour earnings info:
FLICK -- 5854
HARLOW -- 7176
SOULCRACKER -- 7535
Atlanta�s the next town. Woo hoo. Ramsey and Sutton say goodbye to their girlfriends as Amanda and Chimene watch and comment. Heh. Amanda (about Kelly, Ramsey�s chica): �She�s got a great ass. She looks like she needs to be bent over.� Chimene: �You�re fucking evil.� Agreed. Amanda: �I like [Sutton�s] girl. She�s cool.� Chimene: �Too cool for him.� Laughs. Okay. Whatevs.
The bands are on their ways to Atlanta, The Big�Uh�In Georgia. Ramsey estimates that �it�s about a ten-hour drive.� That�s nice. It�ll take us about a minute, as always. In what way is this important?
Over in the FLICKVAN5000, Fletcher is wondering �what we�re gonna do next. We�re two thousand dollars behind first place, so we�re just along for the ride at this point.� Too bad, man. If you guys didn�t drink, um, all the time, you could probably get some serious loot. But I guess then you wouldn�t be FLICKERSTICK, would you? Food for thought, folks. Food. For. Thought. Not. Cory is convinced HARLOW doesn�t really want to win at all. �They�re so close to first, you would think they would get off their asses. I guess not.� Touch�, Cecil. I mean, Cory.
It�s funny, cuz Amanda and Rayshele are talking about winning too. Amanda: �Do you think we could do it?� Rayshele: �Well, we�re only three-fifty behind. But I�m wondering if it would be in our best interests to win this thing.� What are you talking about? Buck up, camper. I understand your desire to keep things �on the underground tip,� but there�s also some equipment and promotion opportunities at stake that could make your band life a lot easier, so get in gear, girlie, and try to win this thing. Somehow. God knows your music won�t sell itself.
Beastie is talking some shit about how conscious the other bands are about their images. Well, dude, they�re bands. You know how it goes. You�re in one. And let me tell you something else. Your band has an image, too, whether you like it or not. The image is �shit.� So shut up. Buttlock.
Becks is getting some dude she knows to hook HARLOW up with a radio interview in Atlanta. How the hell does she know all these people? Waddup wit dat, y�all? Whatever works, I guess.