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butterflyBored. No one's up yet. Re-reading old O-Town recaps. Hilarious. Have lost pronouns.
Cut to Los Angeles, where Trevor Penick (nineteen) is bragging about having third-row seats for a Backstreet Boys concert. "I did touch A.J.," Trevor grins. "And so did I," thinks Lou. A montage ensues in which Trev tells us he's always wanted to do this, and then we Trevor's dad Clifton at The Penick House (his real home, not some California brothel), where he and wife Doris get choked up when Trevor talks about wanting to make money so he can give back to his family. Everyone emotes. The moral of this story: Root for Trevor.There it is. Root for Trevor. Luckily we don't live in Australia, or that could get ugly.
A goateed Jacob Underwood, nineteen, gets up and explains he's a guitarist at heart (um, do you see anyone in 'N Sync holding a guitar?), and brags that he works for a shop that made instruments for Jewel, Lenny Kravitz and Kenny Loggins. He immediately sprouts horns, a tail and fangs. See, anyone who aids and abets a Jewel performance is clearly a minion of Satan. Jacob, we learn, longs to be like Michael Jackson - and in his room sits an elaborate pencil sketch of M.J.He was evil even then.
"I wonder if there's gonna be, like, teenage girls in the audience," muses blond, blue-eyed Ashley Parker Angel. Every teacher in North America curses, because there's no longer no such thing as a stupid question.Heh.
Cut to the bus, where Erik-Michael's voice-over tells us all the guys feel super-close because they want the same thing: "We feel each other," he says proudly, but there's no evidence of this because we're on network TV, not cable.Well, we all knew that.
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