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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 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 . 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.
We enter Atlanta to the classic sounds of the B-52s and a lover-ly montage of Atlanta-ish sites. Sweet not.
CRACK goes straight to their venue, as they are wont to do from time to time, and Beastie declares that it is a SOULCRACKER kind of place. Remind me to never go there if I ever go to Atlanta. Apparently, its trivia night, and all the CRACK boys are trivia whizzes. Ramsey: We tend to have a lot of, kind of, useless information. Not gonna argue that one, either.
HARLOW has decided to stay in tonight. Fine by me.
Rex and Dominic are feeling demotivated. Dom: We lost our drive to sell, not our drive to be on the show. Understandable, dudes, but like I told Rayshele (and I dont know why I thought you were even listening; I swear sometimes I dont know why I even bother), you guys need to buck the hell up, campers! Damn. You know you could sell as much merch as CRACK if you spent maybe less time drinking. Im just sayin is all. So, to heed my advice, FLICK goes a-boozin. Not. They get so ragingly sloppy. What is this, Cancun? There are girls just pouring liquor straight into their mouths. Theyre wrestling. Theyre puking. Theyre not selling a damn thing. Oh, forget it. You guys are a lost cause. I love ya and all, but Jesus, guys. Shot of Cory housing some camera-hog, spliced with a shot him talking about how much he loves his girl. I think we get it. Cory loves his girl but wants to boff others. Great. Story. Line. Not. Id rather hear about Bobs spastic colon.
Merch!
FLICK -- NOTHING!
HARLOW -- NOTHING!
SOULCRACKER -- $10 (STOOOO-PAAAHD! You so STOOOO-PAAAHD!)
So, Corys on the horn with Leanne, who wants to come to Atlanta and see FLICK play. Shes pretty amped about the whole deal, but Cory seems reserved. Hmm. Cory: I wanted to tell her dont come. So why didnt you? Whatever. The rest of FLICK gives him a lot of shit, which is always funny. Dom: The guys always tease me a lot for getting a lot of girls, but now that Corys got a three-year girlfriend at home and another on the road, I get to watch him squirm. Youre a good friend, dude. Seriously. Not.
HARLOWs going shopping. Becks: I think the image is just as important as the music is. Its a lifestyle, really. Rayshele is freaking. There are apparently too many awesome outfits to choose from. She looks a goth-fembot about to explode. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod! Heh.
BONUS!!! An in-store performance at Guitar Center will pay out $150 for the first band to answer three trivia questions about Georgia musicians. Great. Wonder whos gonna get this one. Not. I dont wonder that at all. HARLOW goes to a record store (good move), and totally wins. Finally, a band that isnt SOULCRACKER wins the goddamn bonus. Brandin: Hopefully this will put HARLOW in front of SOULCRACKER before the battle of the bands. True. Beastie: Shit! You suck, dude. Go sell some merch or something. Sutton writes a song about losing. Something new and different.
For once, SOULCRACKER decides to promote by actually drinking and meeting people instead of playing a gazillion shows. However, it is karaoke night, so theyre psyched. Dude, Suttons wearing an N-train t-shirt. Not. Thats my train, beeotch. Youre not even from New York. Take that shit off. AP gets up and sings California Girls, which sucks. Sutton and Beastie boo him. Heh.
FLICK is wasted again, and Corys talking shit about how Dom went from geek to chic. Whatever. Dominic gets spanked. Yeah, really chic. Not. Rex: He has to masturbate ten times a day, I dunno. Theres something wrongdown therenobody should need to have that much sex. I agree. I honestly would settle for once a year at this point. Sigh. Cory: When Dominic gets drunk, hes just looking for love. Sometimes, hes looking in all the wrong places. Agreed. Dom says something about being screwed over by an ex, so he threw up an emotional brick wall. Whatever.
HARLOW is at The Earl, meeting Donny, the promoter for their show. They start to booze and bar-hop. Rayshele: He made our time in Atlanta fabulous. Rayshele wants to do drugs, but doesnt mention what kind. Chimene: All drugs are stupid, but I drink and do other things. Its how a rock band works sometimes, and when you constantly have stuff being shoved in your face, eventually you fold. Fair enough. All the girls take trips to the bathroom with Donny for some Colombian marching powder. Rebecca: I really hope thats not how were portrayed because its not really what were about. Understood. Chill, guys, we get it. People do drugs, and yeah, they are stupid. Im over it if you are. Anyway, it does the trick, 'cause they rage all night.