Previously on Making the Band: Silent Mike punched Trevor in the arm and told him that he's going to have to work sixteen-hour days. Trevor thinks he's kidding. He's not. No Fun Andrew was a scheduling fiend. Jacob loved to tour. Get out your Kleenex, kids -- we're gonna say goodbye to O-Town tonight.
Last time with the credits. Hallelujah.
There's not even a warning before all of our senses are slammed. "Every Six Seconds" starts playing while we hear girls screaming. Shots of the boys looking down at their feet while they move are spliced between shots of girls screaming towards the stage. Can't any of these boys dance without watching his feet? I think the same signs in the audience are getting used for every show. I don't know who's dressing Erik these days, but he or she needs to stop. He's wearing sunglasses and a blazer, like he's auditioning for Miami Vice. Nobody in his audience is old enough to have seen Miami Vice. We watch Jacob enjoying himself as Ashley tells us they've worked really hard for this "first U.S. tour" (I love how sure he is that there will be more to come), but once they're on stage and they see the audience, it's "so worth it." It must be like this feeling of recapping a terrible boy band and you're finally on the last recap of the show and then your paycheck arrives and the bank says that it clears and then you go and pay the electric bill. That's when it's all worth it for me. Jacob says this is the best job in the world. As he brags about his good luck, we watch Trevor hold his hands out like he's holding a girl's head down by his crotch and he jiggles up and down while bouncing backwards. A moving, invisible blowjob. That's a new move.
Backstage the boys are all telling each other, "Good show." Trevor might be mocking Boston Mike here when he says it was, "Wicked retahhded." The boys are very proud of themselves, beaming and smacking each other, telling one another that they "represented." Sweaty Erik smiles at Ashley. Ashley says, "We're becoming so tight." He says that they used to come backstage after a show and critique each other. "And we would upset each other because we weren't communicating, right?" What, Ashley? Huh? "We're definitely communicating right now." What does that mean? "Like, we're learning how to talk to each other." Oh. Thanks for the lesson.
Trevor tells us that being on tour is great, but also "stressful" and "tiring." Oh, my God. Suddenly I write for Bop! magazine. "Trevor leans forward and runs his strong hands through his brownish frizzy hair that he sometimes keeps in braids close to his head. He looks at me and smiles. He's definitely a man who knows what it's like to work!" Trevor explains exactly how a tour works, but I'm assuming that all of you know that you meet fans, rehearse, do press stuff and then perform, right? Yeah, well, Trevor apparently just learned all of this. He says it's "all crammed into the little bit of hours [they] get before [they] go onstage." I'm gonna miss these gems of bastardized English. I really...wait. I totally won't. I'm doing Popstars 2. There's gonna be all kinds of verbal slaughters.
Montage of touring. The boys lip-synch, and the names of cities scroll across the screen. I remember when this was called "the video for 'The Heart of Rock 'n Roll.'" In Cleveland. Detroit!
A blonde applies Jacob's makeup. I don't know what's going on with everything on Jacob's head. His eye makeup is heavy, and his skin looks like it's thick with base. And what the...? Son, you've got a Jiffy Pop on your head. Does he know he's wearing a Jiffy Pop? Stick a knife in him and eat up.
In Omaha, the boys dance poorly in bad lighting. "Omaha! You're the coolest city in Idaho!" thinks Jacob.
Dan fixes his hair in a men's room. Can you handle it?
Atlanta! The city where Ashley moves his head and grunts! Whee! Keep up, y'all!
Pittsburgh! The crowd shrieks, "Yinz are jags! Yinz suck!"
A blonde makes Trevor's hair even poufier, proving my suspicion that Everyone Hates Trevor.
Philadelphia! "Brotherly Love? Hell, yeah! We're O-Town!"
The tour bus! Whee! No Fun Andrew brings out the Black Folder of Doom. It's got an O-Town sticker on it. I have fifty of these O-Town stickers because some guy in a calendar store begged me to take them last Christmas. I've been sending them out to friends to confuse them. The Black Folder of Doom contains print-outs of reviews, critics' blurbs, and probably about seven recaps. Sadly, we don't get to see them laugh at the recaps, but hello, boys. When you're reading this later, when everyone's sitting around thinking, "That Pamie girl just met us. How could she know anything about us at all?" I just want to say some special words from the bottom of my heart to the top of your little heads:
Erik-Michael, I'm sorry I thought you were related to the real Erik Estrada. It's sad that, for your entire life, you've heard that you're not "the real Erik Estrada," and that you're like some fake Erik Estrada. The sad thing is that it's true. We all want to hear about the "real" Erik Estrada, and you're not the Erik Estrada anybody's looking for. Except Ashley. Hang onto him. I think y'all got something special that nobody can take away from you. Not even Jacob. You understand? Keep your Mr. Bill-lookin' ass away from my music, okay? Thanks.
Trevor, I honestly have to say I don't know a damn thing about you after all the time we spent together. I hope you figure out how to make your hair look like hair and not post-fire hair. Thanks for trying to teach me about all kinds of things I already know, like how music is made and what people do on a tour. I hope Lou doesn't make you have sex with him. Stay in school.
Dan, I may act like I hate you sometimes, but it's only because I'm completely indifferent. Thanks for not sucking as hard as the others, and thanks for having a normal name. By the way, I know that it must be hard acting in this group without your porn name. I mean the rest of them have total porn names and it's not fair they gave you the boring name. For fuck's sake, Jacob Underwood? Ashley Angel? Those are porn names. I feel for you, Dan. I really do.
Jacob, in ten years when you finally become a man and you're feeling kind of embarrassed for what you did when you were young and you think about hiding in a log cabin somewhere away from all the teasing and you wonder if you'll ever find love -- don't forget to lock the door behind you. Ah, whatever. I'm sure you're a cool kid. Go back to school and get a degree and only pull that guitar out in the future once you're absolutely positive you've found someone that loves you no matter what. For real, Jacob, that's a fucking dealbreaker right there, you with that guitar. And stop putting Sharpie on your fingernails. Nobody wants a man without fingernails.
Ashley Angel. My house. Thursday night. 8:00. Be naked and gagged. I'll give you my goodbye then.
No Fun Andrew: you're incredibly patient and deserve so much more money than they ever gave you.
Lou Pearlman: you stay the hell away from my family.
The boys read notes from other critics out loud. "O-Town fails to meet the grade," Trevor reads. Dan exhales, knowing it could have been much more scathing. When Jacob hears them described as "bland" and "white boy," he starts nodding, because he knows that he's a spicy black man in a group with four bland white boys. "Lukewarm success at best." Erik looks pained. "A C-minus at best." Heh. Djb told me that Entertainment Weekly called them "America's fifth favorite boy band." I love that. Trevor tries to be positive, noting that at the end the reviewer called the songs "mildly tuneful at times."
Jacob cuts in here with his delusion: "They hate the show. They hate the way we were put together. They think we're fake and we're worthless. But then at the end the last sentence they say the album's good." I wouldn't call "mildly tuneful" a synonym for "good." Jacob's not done: "It's like, 'What are you critiquing? The album, the music, the television show?'" Um, yes. All bad. All lukewarm at best. Jacob, your singing is what we in the biz call "mildly ass."
Silent Mike tries to give a pep talk here by reminding the boys that young girls don't care and still bought the album and had their parents buy tickets to the concert. Because young girls don't care about what critics think. Ashley says that he still feels like he has something to prove. "People think we suck!" Trevor exclaims. I almost feel sorry for them, here, because it's not their fault that they suck, it's just the fault of Trans Con for showing the world just how much they suck and how effortlessly they suck and how obliviously they suck. That's the sad thing. I can just sit here and say Creed sucks because Creed sucks and I think they kinda know that they suck and if they don't then they deserve to feel bad about it because they're old enough to know better and they write horrible music. These boys in O-Town are just doing what they're told every single day and millions of strangers hate them for it.
Oh, shit. I'm going soft. No! Must keep on hating! I think Erik's reading a print-out of a recap as he tells us it's hard to know that people don't take them seriously. How seriously can you take a boy band? Jacob reminds us that their "train's gonna come to a stop" pretty quickly since nobody likes them. Finally, some reality in my reality television.
The boys start listing cities where they're hated. Touring, touring, touring, blah, blah, blah. Back to the touring montage.
Dan says, "Myrtle Beach" like he's about to shout, "Sucks ass!"
In Boston the boys dance passionlessly in the near dark.
Jacob tells us that some days they don't have time to eat.
In St. Louis the boys are all trapped in a mime's box while singing "Liquid Dreams." Oh, that's the choreography? Well, someone needs to be fired. Now.
We see thousands of O-Town CDs sitting on racks, all not being bought, as Dan tells us that the album is slipping quickly. He says that they're trying to keep the album in the charts to keep the label happy. "But it's killing us," he concludes.
In Milwaukee, I finally learn how to spell the word "Milwaukee." There's no excuse that it took twenty-six years. I'm sorry, Milwaukee. On the other hand, it's more fun to learn how to spell Milwaukee than watch another snippet of an O-Town concert. Man, this episode is boring. How can I spice this up?
One time on a school bus this boy named David put his hand up my skirt. He kept touching my thigh, trying to make his hand go higher and higher. I do believe that I was wearing Ugly Underwear that day and possibly a panty liner, so I didn't want his fingers to go any higher. Plus, he hadn't even kissed me; he just wanted to put his hand up my skirt. I pushed his hand away, got home, and wrote a long love poem about how a boy touched my soul while it rained outside. I wrote my own ending and changed the situation from some horny boy jamming his fingers into my panties on a school bus to a forbidden love affair in the middle of a torrential rainstorm where both of us knew it was wrong but couldn't stop our bodies from uniting. It's just like what O-Town's doing here. They think they're in a forbidden love affair that they just can't stop even though everyone knows it's wrong and it's storming all around them, but the truth is some horny man's just jamming his fingers into their panties. Yeah, I know. I write the songs that make the whole world sing.
The boys are sick. Trevor looks like shit. Ashley asks everyone whether they took their Vitamin C. I love that Ashley's become the group's mother. Erik's tired. Jacob's sick. Rapid montage of every shot they ever got of any of these boys sitting down and looking either tired or bored.
Someone asks No Fun Andrew when they get to sleep. Andrew tells him to take a nap after the meet-and-greet. Women rub Erik and Jacob's backs, so I really don't know what all of the complaining is for.
Some girl named Riannon Adler, who is the Assistant Production Manager, is explaining what a meet-and-greet is even though these boys have done a million of them. Erik just goes to sleep while she's talking.
Jacob tells us that he has pneumonia, and that the doctors tell him he shouldn't be touring. He can't stop.
Montage of Jacob being sick. It looks like he's reacting to singing bad music every single night. He's all sweaty on a couch. We see Jacob dancing with tracers. The editors want us to feel what it's like to be Jacob with pneumonia. What they don't realize is that I always see Jacob with tracers because every time he sings I have a seizure. Jacob gets sicker and sicker in B/M Vision and we flip over and over between three shots of Jacob singing, resting, and sitting on the tour bus. Riveting!
Jacob's passed out on a couch. Ashley wakes him and asks whether he's okay. Boston Mike has brought medicine, but absolutely no sympathy. He barks at the boys to take all of their medicine, adding that they have to finish it even if they feel better. Ashley offers to get Jacob some water so that he can take his medicine. Jacob's not moving. Ashley gently reminds him to take his medicine.
Ashley says that they love what they do, but that it's impossible to do what they're doing without getting a day off every now and then to "re-energize." Maybe they shouldn't have spent so much of their down time writing songs with Pat, serenading Shrilli, visiting family members they've never met before and...whatever it is Trevor and Dan do.
Ashley asks Dan how he's doing. Dan's lost his voice. He says he can't call in sick on this job. "But he can call in lip-synch," my roommate aptly points out.
Jacob and Dan play dueling whiners as Dan says he's sick and Jacob counters that his meds aren't working and Dan complains and Jacob complains and blah blah blah. Jacob says that they need time off. Ashley says that it's not "humanly possible" to continue they way they are. Jacob gets mad and yells at a camera to go away. Erik leans in and agrees. Jacob puts his hand up to the lens and pushes the camera. We hear Jacob's line get beeped out and the camera stops on the girl sitting to them before it shuts off. Apparently Jacob's not too sick to have lady-friend visitors. Her face is blurred out, though, so she's not sick enough to be seen with Jacob.
You know when your show has a Burger King commercial running during the break that you're watching the second-rate version of whatever genre you're watching.
Tour bus. I'm so bored, y'all. I thought Jacob was supposed to punch someone this episode. Where's that? They said, "comes to blows." I want blows. Jacob, who doesn't seem so sick anymore, is pissed off. He's trying to rally the boys into agreeing with him that they need days off. He's wearing eyeliner again. He says they haven't had a day off since Christmas. Ashley agrees that they're all sick. He says it's the second time in a month that he's been on antibiotics. That sucks. He should be careful or he'll get a yeast infection.
Suddenly No Fun Andrew is there and Jacob's saying it's his job to make sure they don't get over-scheduled like this. Jacob wants four days off before they go overseas. He says that they all have to take a stand together. Erik tries to talk, but he trips over his lips and ends up just stammering out the words "I mean" about five times. He tells us in a voice-over, with all seriousness, "But don't work me to the point where my profession is going to suffer." Hee. You know, Erik, since you joined O-Town, the profession of music has been suffering every single day. Don't talk to me about suffering. Erik then calls O-Town "a force," which forces me to hate him even more. Jacob says that they love what they're doing, but that they're "humans." He says that they need four days off. All of the boys punch fists and shout, "Four days!"
I guess these are two conversations spliced together, because suddenly No Fun Andrew is there with his Super Scheduling PowerBook to say that they can't take four days off from the promotional tour. The boys keep asking about certain days, and NFA is telling them that they're busy all of those days. There are no days to take off. It's that simple. Jacob says that one of the stops on the promotional tour (a U.K. morning show) is "nothing." This pisses NFA off and he says, "It's not nothing. You're being ignorant and you're being naïve and you're being juvenile." Jacob asks NFA how many days he's had off since Christmas. NFA points out that he can't compare what the boys of O-Town do to what he does for a living. NFA's job is much more respectable. If Jacob gets any more upset, his Jiffy Pop Hat is going to burst all over the tour bus. NFA points out that this "nothing" they're dismissing is actually the launching of O-Town in the U.K. Jacob says, "If we go over on the fifteenth, we jeopardize our health, and our insanity [sic]. Because we haven't had a day off without [sic] our families for five and a half months." In the background Cleve is yelling at Trevor for something involving a paper towel. I wish I could hear what it was. I think Trevor just got in trouble for spilling. Treated like children. Ashley opens both arms and shouts, "It's not like we don't want to do these things!" Erik smiles. NFA says something about their not being able to go on Good Morning America. Everyone's in a different position suddenly because they're editing in Trevor talking without his paper towel: "I just don't like how you always put it on us like we're ungrateful, like we're, 'Oh, then we won't do that for you!'" NFA starts talking, but Trevor interrupts to finish his passionate battle cry: "Of course we want to be on Good Morning America; it's one of the biggest shows in the world!" Good Morning America asks that the last comment be stricken from the record. Jacob's hella pissed at this point, saying that they gave up their four days before and did it "gladly," but that they still want those four days again. NFA is remaining exceptionally calm as Jacob's screaming, holding up his silver-painted fingernails to show how many "four" is. I love that Ashley's just drinking from a cup, Cleve's looking the other way, and Erik and Trevor are shouting a conversation behind Jacob. Everyone's just ignoring him. "I'm not going overseas twice in a row and working five and a half months without four days off to see my family." We cut to NFA as we hear Jacob's "All right? So fuck you!" bleeped off-camera. NFA's all, "All right, if that's the way you feel." Jacob can't even storm off correctly and turns back around to tell NFA to "keep working on the computer" to make the schedules "a little more hectic." NFA's like, "Will do. Thanks." Trevor doesn't even stop programming the microwave to let Jacob through. It's pretty apparent that this isn't the first temper tantrum Jacob's thrown, because everyone's acting like this is business as usual. Ashley shrugs, but it's obviously a reaction shot from a different conversation. NFA looks to the left, but it's clear that happened long before Jacob stormed out of the room.
Ashley's talking to NFA now, telling him that they want to do all of these things, but that they need someone to stick up for them and tell the record label that they're overworked and need time off. NFA's listening, but not saying anything. Ashley says that they aren't "eating right" and that they're losing weight. NFA says that when Jacob talks to him that way, it makes him "not want to help him at all." NFA stammers and stutters that Jacob was out of line. Ashley says, "People don't act like that unless they are mentally freaked out. He's sick. The guy is sick. I watched him collapse in a stairwell. I watched him fall down. I watched him fall down and hyperventilate." I know I'm not supposed to be laughing here, but I am. It's the incredible amount of love and passion Ashley has for his fallen friend and the thought of Jacob collapsing on his safety-pinned collar. Ashley says it's "not human" to work this hard. No Fun Andrew says that Jacob owes him an apology.
Playing Mommy again, Ashley's moved into Jacob's room. Jacob is pouting and playing the guitar. Ashley says that NFA understands how overworked and tired they are, and that he's really hurt by what Jacob said because he thought they were friends. This is such a lie, by the way. Ashley's all, "If you could see the look on his face right now, you would want to go apologize." If y'all could see the look on my face for the past month and a half, you'd be apologizing to me as well. Jacob says something about wanting an apology from No Fun Andrew, but I can't listen because the amount of makeup on Jacob's face is incredibly distracting. Then Ashley's saying, "In the same breath, you said some harsh things," but I can't listen to his argument because he's standing in front of a tiny drawing of Erik-Michael that's hysterical. Then I'm distracted by Jacob's awful guitar playing and silver nail polish. Basically, Ashley lies that NFA is sorry and that he just wants an apology. Jacob's still pissed. Ashley repeats that if Jacob could see NFA's face, he'd want to apologize. Jacob wants the apology. Ashley watches Jacob strum and pout until he closes the door.
Jacob strums in his Jiffy Pop hat while NFA schedules "Fire Jacob" into the day planner and Ashley pretends that Mommy and Daddy aren't fighting anymore. I couldn't care any less as we fade to commercial.
Because this show isn't so much good with conflict or anything, Jacob invites NFA out of the tour bus late at night. It sounds like we've finally gotten to the part where Jacob slugs NFA, but instead Jacob just immediately apologizes and NFA accepts. Jacob's crazy sick and his voice sounds like shit as he whines, "I haven't seen my mom in, like, ever." He says that his mom keeps calling and has to leave messages on his voicemail and that's no way to treat your mother. NFA says he's "sympathetic" and that he tells the office their problems. They just hug and "I love you, man" their way into complete apathy from me.
Dammit. Instantly we're taken to Jacob singing and smiling on the tour bus, strumming his guitar and begging, "Please, just give us some time off." I think this entire episode was shot in the same evening on the tour bus. Everyone makes up. The tour can go on! Huzzah! The best part is that the boys still don't get their days off. The days off are coming later (which I'm sure will then be cancelled right before they're scheduled). ["They'll have plenty of days off when O-Town finally runs itself straight into the ground." -- Wing Chun] They just keep lying to these boys and the boys keep buying it. I have no sympathy. The horrible "riffing" continues with Ashley getting all blues-y to moan, "Let me see my mommy!" It's just as scary as you think it is. Erik's screeching and everyone's singing at the same time and my ears are bleeding all over the place. As Ashley hits a high note, I have no other choice but to slam my remote control into my head repeatedly until my left ear falls off.
The screen scrolls, "New York." A crowd of about two hundred girls stand around a stage without any real anticipation on their faces. Trevor explains that this is a tour. Can you say "tour"? I know you can. Trevor's so forgettable in this show that I constantly accidentally type "Jacob" when I'm talking about him. We hear girls scream, but see girls standing as someone asks the crowd to "give it up for J Records recording artist O-Town." A curtain drops and the boys begin another bad show.
I don't know why, but we have to watch them do the entire "All For Love" number. The camera just spins around sometimes flashing lights because there's nothing better to look at. We can't see the guys dance because there's no good camera angle on them, so we just watch parts of them dance every once in a while. I can't believe that they have absolutely nothing better to show us than this segment.
Jacob says that the more they did the show, the better they got. Amazing! Trevor (I just accidentally called him Dan) tells us that it was nice to touch so many people and surprise them with their touring show. You take that sentence any way you want to, okay? The boys play "Love Should Be a Crime," and we watch Jacob and Ashley pretend to play guitars, but I don't know how we can hear the guitars so well when they aren't miked. And didn't I just renegotiate my contract so I don't have to hear this fucking song anymore? Shit. I mean, seriously. They're just singing this damn song a-fucking-gain and I can't take it anymore. I take my remote control and knock my right ear off of my head and now I can't hear anything but muffles. Dammit! Damn you, Closed Captioning! Damn you! Do you think Ashley and Jacob know that there are men playing guitars behind them during this song? They hold the last note out for forever as they pipe in sounds of girls enjoying Beatles concerts.
The montage of Goodbye to O-Town kicks in here. Erik tells us that they've learned so much since the Brown Derby. Back to the concert, they keep singing songs I don't want to hear. Erik gets to a note he can't hit, so he points to where his voice should be and then points back down to where it actually is. So boring to watch a concert from the side of the stage. So boring to watch an O-Town concert. The boys just sort of aimlessly wander the stage, not even playing off each other, not looking at anyone in particular, just thinking about hitting the right notes, terrified of forgetting a step. Erik moves his head like a chicken. Jacob's writing other songs in his head while he sings. Even in the concert footage, they never bother to record Dan for the television show. You can easily forget that he's there. It's amazing how un-sexy these five boys come off. I imagine they're just a mother's dream. Five harmless dumb boys who think they're cute. This "Girl" song is still going on, by the way. I can't believe I have to hear this much of this stupid concert. Girls take pictures of the camera filming them.
Jacob tells us that they were backstage about to go on for their encore of two songs (They call it an "encore." I call it "severe torture.") when they were stopped by the tour manager. It's all very drawn-out and anti-climactic, so let me tell you what happens. They stop the boys and say that there's a problem. You hope that the tour has been cancelled mid-show. You hope that some girl in the audience has just killed herself in protest. You hope that Erik's real real dad has just called, saying that the real dad was just a test real dad to see how he'd do and then Erik Estrada flies in from the rafters with open arms to swoop the not-real Erik Estrada away. You hope that Ashley's dad is there threatening to kill Shrilli if they sing another note and Shrilli coos, "No, Ashley! Like!" And then Ashley has to sing and Jacob tries to stop him and Shrilli's blood goes everywhere as the boys roll in it and sing "Liquid Dreams." You hope that Lou Pearlman has shown up to apologize to the world for the pain he's caused millions of innocent ears over the years. You hope that Mike on the Mike have brought bundles of cash for O-Town to take if they only promise to never sing again. You hope that it's the end of the show. It's none of these things, y'all. You know what it is? They wheel crusty old Clive Davis out there to announce that the album just went platinum, and everyone in O-Town acts like they're shocked and had no idea this was even possible, much less happening at that very moment and everyone makes a big deal out of nothing. Apparently it's very easy to hit Platinum these days, and I think it's time to change the standard. Here are some other albums that went platinum recently: the Moulin Rouge soundtrack, Nelly Furtado's Whoa, Nelly, Static X's Wisconsin Death Trip, and John Denver's Greatest Hits. I don't own any of those albums. I don't own O-Town's album. Platinum apparently means "Crap you download from Napster that you can't believe people are listening to."
Erik tells us that going platinum isn't going to make them work any less. Thanks, Erik. You're a peach. Now I have to hear them sing "All or Nothing." Jacob sums things up this way: "A lot of the critics bash us for the music or they bash us for the way we came together. But the bottom line is over 90% of our tour was sold out. We are proud of our record. We know it's a good record. We know the people that buy it, love it. The way we feel is, we're going to be successful whether they criticize us or not." I consider that a threat. Jacob points out that the fans buy the music regardless of what the critics say. I guess then I can only say, "Don't say I didn't warn you."
Ashley: "I think there's [sic] times when you may question how hard you're working or relationships you've lost or gained. But in the end, when it's all said and done, it's worth it." I love that. Like, gaining a relationship makes you question whether or not this is worth it. He and Erik have gone through some rough times together this year, haven't they? Erik says that if this all ends now, he'll still have "a lifetime of stories to tell." And two seasons of recaps to read.
This is like a little treat for me because every thirty seconds they just play the concert for a minute, which is sweet recapping bliss. Trevor has somehow turned into Andrew Dice Clay during this show. "Hickory Dickory Dock," my friend. Dan's very pleased with himself at the end of this performance. He licks his own tongue. Somehow he does. If you love yourself enough, you can do anything. Let that be a lesson.
The boys take a bow at the end of the show, and you can see Erik try not to hold Jacob's hand because he's clutching Ashley's hand so fiercely. Oh, it's almost over!
Do you guys know what's replacing this show starting week? America's Funniest Home Videos. When you get replaced by the oldest, hackiest, lousiest show on television, you know your network hates you.
The boys are back on the tour bus with Jacob still playing the same song from earlier. Instead of wanting a couple of days off, this song (with the same two notes) is now about wanting some sleep. The boys look right into the camera. Jacob sings: "Oh, Marina. You got your scene now. Please, please can we go to sleep?" The boys all sing, begging to get some sleep and wanting the cameras to leave until the song ends and we fade away. Sleep, little O-Town boys, sleep. Forever and ever and ever. Like...