Dean, Roman, and Seth sat in Roman's bedroom, counting their profits.

"Pretty damn good, fellas, pretty damn good." Dean smiled.

"Save your ass good?" Seth asked.

"$50 short of it."

"That can be done by the end of the day." Roman shrugged.

"I'll take it from here."

"Dude, you can't caught with anything. Let us handle this, THEN we'll take all the money and call it even." Roman said.

"ALL THE MONEY!?"

"Seth, what do you think?"

"All of the money is a little ridiculous, Roman." Seth shrugged.

"Let's give him $100."

"You're not in this conversation anymore, this between me and Seth." Dean laughed.

"35-35-30 split." Seth said.

"...who the fuck's getting 30 percent?" Dean asked.

Roman and Seth both pointed at him.

"Why do I get less!?"

"Cause we saved your life, and we did this against our will."

"Fine. Deal."

Paige, Sasha, and Natalya were sitting in AJ's office, as she explained her plan.

"So it's basically like a battle of the bands? BX vs Manhattan?" Paige asked.

"Exactly. 5 match-ups. Hip-Hop, Country, R&B, Pop, then an open-genre battle of the bands."

"Battle of the bands?" Sasha asked.

"Yep. The Horsewomen vs The East Coast Movement. I just need to find Bronx artists to fulfill the other categories and-"

"Like... the Four Horsewomen?"

"...yeah... your band?"

"...right...my band." Sasha said, nervously.

"What happened?" AJ asked, noticing Sasha's tone.

"There kinda isn't a band right now."

AJ looked confused.

"...well I kinda need one for this event, what happened?"

"...I can get the keyboardist and guitarist back... probably even the girl on bass guitar, but I don't know about the lead singer." Sasha said.

AJ looked at Sasha for a bit.

"I'm gonna trust you on this one. Work on that and get back to me. Before I propose the idea to Kaitlyn, I'll need a bit of a roster. Do you guys know any young singers or rappers?"

Natalya and Paige shrugged.

"I have a couple options in my head, I'll get back to you on that too." Sasha said.

"I'll look into some venues." Paige said, pulling out her phone.

Charlotte sat, typing away on her laptop computer, as Dana walked in through her front door.

"You don't knock anymore, I see." Charlotte said.

"I stopped knocking like a year ago. College essay?" Dana asked, pointing at the laptop.

"Song lyrics."

"...I thought you were done with music?"

"I AM done. There's an optional writing piece with the NC State application where you can write a poem or song instead of an essay, I'm doing a song because it's easier."

"Right. Anyway, have you seen The Boss?"

"I try not to."

Dana sighed.

"Well, don't forget to give her the CD."

"I'm not going out of my way to look for her, if we cross paths I'll tell her and if we don't, we don't."

"Well I really need to talk to her."

Charlotte simply nodded, continuing to type as Dana left.

Ric came downstairs, wearing his Duke University T-Shirt.

"Hey, Charlotte!"

"Hey, Dad."

"What day did you say Duke was coming?"

"Uh, Tuesday I think. Why?"

"It's just an important interview, you know? Prestigious school, family tradition."

Charlotte looked a little annoyed.

"I guess. It's not my school of choice but-"

"And I feel like you'd fit in best at Duke anyway. Plus you'd have way better athletic opportunities." Ric said.

"Dad, I understand that, but I want to go to NC State."

"Just think about it."

"There's nothing to think about."

"There's a lot to think about."

Charlotte gritted her teeth.

"No, there's not."

"There's nothing wrong with Duke. David went to Duke." Ric shrugged.

"I'm not David." Charlotte muttered, fully annoyed at this point.

"Huh?"

"Nothing, Dad." She said, rolling her eyes.

Dean, Seth, and Roman sat, slowly moving through the McDonald's drive-thru.

"I gotta meet with Helmsley three times a week."

"Is he cool?" Roman asked.

"He knows about Del Rio."

"WHAT!?" Seth exclaimed.

"He keeps telling me to snitch to get a lighter sentence. I'm not stupid. I snitch, go to jail for a year and a half, get out, then Hunico chops my head off."

Roman looked confused.

"What if you don't snitch?"

"I either get 10-15 years or I win my case and don't get shit."

"Dude, why would you take that risk?" Seth asked.

"If they had enough dirt on me to lock me for 15 years they wouldn't offer me a plea deal for 2."

"Or maybe they'd rather take down the source instead of a runner that no one gives a shit about! Think about it! You go to jail for 15 years, Del Rio finds another you, and nothing changes. If they take down Del Rio, that could be HUGE for them!"

"He's got a good point." Roman shrugged.

"Or, David D. Otunga can do his fucking job, and beat my case, and I'll be free to go."

"Just because you have a great lawyer doesn't mean you'll win, you're not innocent!"

"If OJ could beat his case, I can beat mine." Dean said, as they pulled up to the pay window.

Roman and Seth shook their heads, worried about Dean's thought process.

Sasha, Becky, and Bayley sat in the Martinez-Lynch Family living room.

"Hey guys, I need a huge favor." Sasha said.

"We're listening." Becky replied.

"I... you know what... forget all that stuff I said about not needing the band. I think we should come back together, and kick East Coast Movement's ass at AJ's event."

"Oh. Wow. Now that having a band is convenient, all of a sudden you need us again." Bayley said, rolling her eyes and standing up.

"What?"

"Bayley, just sit down and relax." Becky said.

"Nope, I'm not interested in starring in 'Help The Boss Kiss Up To AJ' episode 300, I'm good." Bayley said, going upstairs.

"What's her problem?" Sasha asked.

Becky sighed.

"She thinks you and Charlotte only use the band for your own benefit."

"I'd rather not be grouped in with her."

"Why are you two fighting again?"

Sasha said, nothing, walking towards the staircase.

"I'LL PAY YOU!" Sasha shouted.

Bayley slowly began coming back down the stairs.

"When is this event?" Bayley asked.

"It isn't scheduled yet, it's a big music battle. AJ needs young Bronx artists. She needs a pop singer, a country singer, an R&B singer, and a rapper."

"I know a rapper!" Becky smiled.

Bayley looked skeptical.

"Wait, wait, Boss, before we find other singers, shouldn't we work on getting our's back?"

"That's another thing I need your help with." Sasha frowned.

"I'm sure if you just apologize, she'll-"

"ME!? Apologize to HER!? Are you crazy!?"

"You were kinda a jerk to her." Becky shrugged.

"I'm not apologizing to that spoiled brat." Sasha said, crossing her arms.

Becky and Bayley both sighed.

"We'll talk to her and see what we can do." Becky said.

Bayley looked annoyed.

"YOU'LL talk to her and see what YOU can do, I'm not playing guidance counselor to two 18-year olds." Bayley said.

Becky sighed again.

"Fine. Take me to Charlotte's house and I'll go in." She said.

Becky and Sasha left, as Bayley went upstairs.

Becky took a deep breath and knocked on Charlotte's door, as Sasha waited in the car.

Charlotte opened the door and looked a bit confused.

"Becky?"

"Hey."

"Hey, come in." Charlotte said.

Becky and Charlotte walked into the house, and Charlotte noticed Sasha's car, before closing the door.

"What's going on?"

"Well... we kinda need you."

"Who is we?"

"...the band."

Charlotte rolled her eyes.

"Why?"

"AJ is throwing an event, and she wants us to have a battle of the bands against East Coast Movement."

"As much as I hate East Coast Movement, I politely decline."

"Charlotte!"

"I already told you why I don't want to be in the band anymore."

"But this is our opportunity to come together and prove to them that no matter how they try to set us back that they'll never be better than us!"

"Sounds great and all, but I'm not interested. Tell The Boss that Dana brought me this." Charlotte said, handing Becky the CD.

"You said you'd always be a phone call away..."

"Yeah, for you and Bayley. Not her."

Becky sighed.

"What if she apologized?"

"That would be surprising because that would require her to, A, finally admit a wrong doing, and B, put her pride and ego aside for two fucking seconds."

"But what if she did? Would you consider coming back for one performance only?"

"...I'd think about it."

Becky nodded.

"Well, I'll see ya."

"Bye. Stay safe." Charlotte said, re-opening her laptop.

Becky walked back to the car.

"What'd she say?" Sasha asked.

"She said no, but if you apologized, she'd consider it."

"Looks like we need a new singer."

"We're not replacing Charlotte!"

"Well I'm not fucking saying sorry after the shit she said to me and everything she's caused!" Sasha said, putting the car in drive, and pulling off.

"Look, I know a lot has happened between you two, and I personally think you both should apologize to each other."

"Fuck that."

Becky sighed.

"Dana found this." Becky said handing her the CD.

"WHAT!? WHERE!?" Sasha screamed, grabbing it.

"Charlotte didn't say."

"Well we have to find Dana!"

"We can ask Charlotte where to find Dana." Becky shrugged.

"You can." Sasha said, parking her car.

"Okay, enough of this! If you and Charlotte aren't going to put forth any effort to make amends, this isn't going to work!"

Sasha said nothing, crossing her arms.

Becky rolled her eyes and got out of the car.

She walked into the house, where Bayley was sitting on the couch.

"What happened?" Bayley asked.

"You'd know if you came."

"Well what happened?"

"Dana found a CD, and Charlotte and The Boss are still fighting." Becky said, sitting down next to her.

"Dana found a CD?...OH! Where!?"

"I don't know, I'll get her number from Charlotte and give it to The Boss I guess because they can't just talk to each other like adults."

"That's why I didn't go... hey, do wanna go to Cesura tomorrow!?"

"And play what?" Becky asked.

"...hey, do you wanna learn a song tomorrow!?"

Becky chuckled.

"Sure."

Sasha opened the front door of Vince's house with her key, and a strong smell of scented candles hit her immediately. She looked down at the ground and saw a trail of rose pedals, leading to the bedroom door.

She sighed, rubbing her eyes in frustration, before she closed the door and reluctantly followed the trail.

Finn approached Naomi, who was busy spray painting with several different shades of orange.

"Whatcha working on?" he asked.

"It's a portrait."

Finn noticed there was a small head and face already finished, and the orange paint was used for long flowing hair.

"What does it represent?"

"The face is cute, and shy, and represents the way most of us look to the world. Scared, shy, quiet little people who are usually in the background, and don't really express themselves, and the hair represents our ideas and art, and our freedom. It's orange because it's like an artistic fire within all of us."

"Looks like Badlass."

Naomi scoffed.

"Seriously, it looks just like her."

"Kinda, I guess." She shrugged.

"No, that's definitely Badlass."

"I can see how you'd think that, but it isn't."

"It's okay, we all use beautiful things that we're enamored with as muses." Finn said, with a teasing smile.

"I'm not 'enamored' with her, this isn't even a portrait of her."

Finn simply nodded and chuckled, before working on his own picture.

"What?" Naomi asked.

"Nothing." Finn said, smiling even wider.

"If you have something to say, say it, demon boy."

"It's just... you said the face was cute."

"Yeah?"

"So you're saying Badlass is cute?"

"...shut up."

Finn laughed again, reaching in his backpack for more paint.