Interlude 3: Everyone Has An Opinion
As the show faded into yet another commercial for Verizon, Gunn got up and began clapping wildly, "Way to go, girl! Yank that guy's arm off!"
"Gunn!" admonished Fred, but who couldn't help but smirk a bit anyway.
"Okay, see? That doesn't make sense. First, she's competing, and now she doesn't know why they're there?" asked Angel, gesturing at the screen.
"Strange," added Wesley, stroking his chin. "Perhaps the interviews were done after the show finished airing?"
"Yeah, for sure, they can edit all that stuff afterwards," agreed Cordelia.
"Lorne, tell me you read something," pleaded Angel.
Lorne sat back and looked at them. "Guys, it ain't pretty. She has no idea and won't until Sweet gets what he wants. They're in for a rough ride."
"But will she be okay?" he asked.
Lorne nodded. "Don't worry, Angel-pie, she's fine. But we're in for a show. I just hope the rest of your group have better voices…" he added, dryly.
"What?" asked Angel, defensively. "She sings fine."
"I thought she sang pretty well," whispered Fred.
"Come on, honeys. Simon calls it as it is. You can't get a better judge of singing talent," announced Lorne.
Fred looked up, eyes wide. "What? No way! Simon is just a big, old…"
Gunn sat back down, just as the Ronald McDonald told them to put a smile on, and, interrupting Fred, exclaimed as the logo came on, "Okay, guys, shush! It's starting!"
