-Rockette breaks into "Talk Dirty to Me" and the rest of the guys join in.- Bone Vox:...Down the basement, lock the cellar door and baby, Talk dirty to me... Rockette pick up that guitar and TALK TO ME!!!!! -Rockette nails the solo and brings it home- Strato: HOT DAMN! You play just like your cousin, girl!!!
Bone Vox: *see's Sticks covering Levi's mouth in the corner* What's hipster boy going on about? Sticks: Nothing. *whispers* Shut the hell up, Levi! If you tell them you're gettin' a drumstick up your ass! -The band shrugs it off.- Sticks: *regaining his composure* So, what do you think, boys? Does Rockette pass the test? Strato: In a word... Strato, Ged, Bone: HELL YEAH! -Rockette squeals- Sticks: *whispering* You gotta get that under control, buddy.
Blues: 'salright. (Remembers Lone) Oh excuse my manners, this is Lone Star, he's the singer and guitarist for his own band. Lone: howdy everyone.
-Rockette resists the urge to get angry after being called Miss.- Rockette: Yeah, that's me. -Strato plugs in his keyboard for Levi.-
(Levi) Hmmm...I'll be able to work with this... -Levi then proceeds to perform an amazing piano solo-
-They were supposed to be blown away by it, because Levi doesn't look like the type to be able to play piano/keyboard that well-
Blues: that was awesome! With some bright spandex pants, a hair bandana and some hairspray you could be Viver's pianist!
Sticks: Come on, Strato. You too, Rockette. The boy done good. Rockette: OK, he did. Strato: PPPBBBT!
Moonlight: Sweet! Who first? Blues: How about you lone? Lone: Al'ight (picks up guitar) Uhm, how many effects do you have here?