—Oohh, your face! Oohh, in my glance! Ooh, ooh, ooh, it's you and me! And you and me makes weeee!—sang Lindsay, out of tune, as she got out of the shower. She spun on her tiptoes and sprinted to the girls' dormitory. Opened the door and continued, pointing at Beth, who was combing her hair: —You and meee—leaped across the room—like butterflies we're free, we're freeeeeee!

—Will you shut up?—Courtney demanded angrily, as the blonde combed her eyelashes in front of the mirror. —Everyone knows that you chose Duncan to go to the movies with you in retaliation!—she accused.

—Nothing of the sort, Courtney! I chose him as a way of apologizing for having falsely accused him in the previous challenge—Lindsay defended herself. —And it was one of the best choices I've made—concluded, smiling, remembering the conversation they had.

—What? What did you do at the movies?—the C.I.T. wanted to know, outraged, and approached threateningly. Beth also approached, curious.

—I assure you, nothing perverted, I already have a boyfriend! We just talked until the movie ends 'cause it was boring!—revealed Lindsay, not intimidated. —And he apologized for making fun of my feet!

—Wow, that's so sweet!—the nerd commented. —So you became friends?

—Yes—the blonde replied, and whispered something in Beth's ear, who squealed with excitement. Lindsay gave Courtney a nasty look, which she returned with ferocity.


While Lindsay came out of the shower singing, in the men's room, Duncan and Harold finished getting dressed.

—Someone woke up in high spirits today—the antihero commented.

—Yeah, the night must have been good. So... you and Lindsay at the movies...—began Harold, in a curious tone.

—Nothing much happened!—said Duncan, interrupting the nerd, who already thought of something inappropriate. —The film sucked ass, so we talked until it was over. Listen, Harold—began, sitting down and inviting his colleague to sit too: —yesterday, I apologized to Lindsay for making fun of her feet.

—Really? You apologized to someone?

—Yes, I was sorry, ok? I noticed she felt humiliated, so I apologized and promised to never mess with it again. This time, I want to apologize to you for the teasing and bullying I've been doing to you.

Harold looked at Duncan in surprise, who continued:

—I did it as revenge for what you did to Courtney last season—explained. —But it's not worth it anymore. She has been really mean lately.

—Why, but don't you like that about her? Don't you also brag about being mean?

—Being mean and being tough are two different things, nerd. Gwen and I are tough, thick-skinned, but not evil. If I was really mean, I wouldn't be here apologizing to you, nor had asked to Lindsay and wouldn't have found a new rabbit for DJ. I don't act like a spoiled brat, demanding prizes, threatening with lawyers and crying over every defeat I suffer.

—I heard about the rabbit—Harold spoke. —Does this apology extend to the previous season as well?

—No! You know very well why DJ, Geoff and I pranked on you: to teach you a lesson.

—And it worked—he said, crestfallen.

—Good to know. So, can you forgive me for bullying you this season? I promise I won't do it again.

Harold analyzed Duncan's request for a few seconds, trying to distinguish whether it was genuine or not. Finally, he said:

—Ok, you're forgiven.

—Thanks a lot, Harold.

Suddenly, they both heard a drum solo coming from outside the dormitory and went out to see who was playing. The girls did the same. It was Chef Hatchet, accompanied by Chris.

—Thank you all for coming—appreciated the host, after his assistant finished playing. —Today's movie genre is... drum roll!

The cook played the snare drum for a few seconds. When finished, Chris announced:

—Rock n' Roll biography!

—All right!—Harold praised excitedly, slipping on his knees and playing an air guitar.

—It's punk rock time! Again!—commented Duncan, smiling in celebration. Courtney and Beth, on the other hand, weren't excited.

—I don't usually listen to that kind of music, but I like some—revealed Lindsay, smiling.

—Every good Rock n' Roll biopic—Chris began—starts with a boy from a humble background being drawn into the seemingly glamorous world of Rock music. After overcoming great difficulties, the boy takes a break and becomes ginormous!—exclaimed. —He is, then, taken into a scandalous world of stuff that I am forbidden to talk about to minors.

—Oh, come on! Everyone knows it's sex, drugs and delinquency—the antihero spoke, impatiently, causing the girls to look shocked.

—Not everyone, apparently—replied the host, observing their reaction. —Thanks, Duncan—said, sarcastic and slightly irritated.


—Speaking of which, now that I'm the reformatory's king, I can have a whole harem at my disposal!—Duncan spoke, malicious, in the dressing room-confessionary. —Or rather, I could, if I hadn't a queen.


—As Rock stars—proceeded Chris—, you need to play the guitar well—played an imaginary guitar and then put on sunglasses—deal with the paparazzi and destroy a hotel room!—laughed. —Meet me at the big stadium in ten minutes, it's showtime!

Chris left, with Chef on his tail carrying the drum kit. Duncan, Harold and Lindsay returned to the dorms. Beth followed the presenter. Courtney decided to stay and take satisfaction from the punk about what he and the blonde done at the movies.

—Listen, nerd—the antihero began, while enhancing his look—: Lindsay and I made an alliance to eliminate Courtney and we need your vote. Are you in?

—Why, but isn't she your girlfriend?

—Not anymore. And if she finds out I was the one who arranged for the others to vote her out, it will be the "nail in the coffin" of our "relationship". I'll also ask Lindsay to convince Beth, they are very close, I'm sure she can do it.

—All right, I'll do it—agreed Harold. —She's really unbearable.

—Then make effort to win the challenge today so she doesn't win immunity again.

—Leave it to me—assured the nerd, squeezing one of Duncan's hands. —Cool vest!

—It's the vest I used to wear when I went to gigs near home—he revealed. In addition to the waistcoat printed with patches from punk rock and thrash metal bands, he also changed his shorts for pants and his sneakers for boots. Harold also changed his blue shirt for a black one with a Blind Guardian pattern, his green jeans for black ones and hung a chain from two belt loops. As they left the trailer, they saw Lindsay coming out of the women's, dressed in black, as if she was also going to a rock concert.

—All right, Duncan—began Courtney, demanding—what did you and—pointed to Lindsay—that blonde do at the movies?

—I told you, Courtney!—Lindsay said, getting annoyed. —We just talked until the movie was over!

—Yeah, what she said—Duncan confirmed it. Courtney looked from one to the other suspiciously and, finally, said:

—You're better not be trying to eliminate me!—intertwined one of her arms with one of Duncan's and pulled him. —Come on, we've got a stadium to find!

Displeased, the punk went with the C.I.T.. If he refused and stayed to go with the two of them, it would increase her suspicion that they were really setting up to get her out of the game. Lindsay and Harold followed the pair at a distance, talking quietly.


It took fifteen minutes for the quartet to reach the place Chris indicated. Beth was already there. There was an overhead screen, lighting, a backdrop, speakers, microphones and security fences.

—Look at that! What Rock stars!—commented the host when he saw the looks of Duncan, Lindsay and Harold. —Not bad, the first step to becoming a Rock legend is arriving late for your own show!

—Wait up, big stadium my ass! This is the Gilded Chris theater!—Duncan complained.

—We can't afford a real stadium, so this is it—Chris explained. —The first challenge is to play the guitar!

"YEEEEEEEAAH! WOOOOOO!", "Cool!", exclaimed the antihero and the nerd, respectively. Beth and Lindsay looked at each other with concern, as they didn't know how to play the instrument.

—Since you, probably, don't know how to play the guitar...

—I know—Duncan and Courtney said at the same time, interrupting. The former looked at her in surprise.

—Do you know?

—Yes, I played in a feminine rock band at school. It was called A-Type Psychotic Crazies.

—Hahahahahahaha! It suits you well!

—As I was saying—said Chris, before the C.I.T. could react to the joke—you'll be playing a guitar-shaped peripheral. The notes will be represented by colored buttons that will appear on the screen and represent the notes of the peripheral—everyone looked at the screen, which showed five guitar arms, one for each competitor. —Press the button and the strum bar to hit a note. By hitting a sequence of notes, you can accumulate energy to double, triple or quadruple your points or get some attack that can be used against your opponent, just point the guitar at who you want to attack. Whoever gets the most points at the end is the winner of this part! Anyone who performs poorly will be eliminated before the game is even over.

—What a piece of shit, huh?—muttered Duncan, disappointed, as the Chef passed out the guitars to the contestants. Chris came down from the stage and sat in a chair opposite. —I thought we'd be playing real guitars, not toy ones!

—I'm very good at Guitar Hero! I've gotten five stars on all the songs in all the games!—Harold bragged, happily. The antihero ignored him and turned to Lindsay, whispering:

—So, do you think you can do it?

—I'm not sure, I don't know how to play it. But I'll try my best—she replied, smiling forcedly.

—Which song are we going to play?—asked Beth.

—Good question. You'll play a medley, a collection of songs, one after the other. Not the whole songs, just the most famous part of each. So, ready to rock?—asked the presenter, shouting.

—For those about to rock, I salute you!—exclaimed the nerd, saluting.

—Then rock on!—the presenter authorized. The contestants turned to start playing and waited for the medley to begin. The lights in the theater went out, leaving only the stage lighting and the one coming from the big screen. On it, the arms of the five guitars began to slide. Seconds later, the notes came: it was Thunderstruck, by AC/DC.

—Oh, I love that one!—exclaimed Harold, happily.

—Wow! How long will these notes last?—Beth wondered a little later, getting tired of the sequence of buttons. By now, the nerd was singing the lyrics off-key, making the others do embarrassed faces. However, before it got to the chorus, another song came on: Welcome to the Jungle, by Guns n' Roses.

—AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!—squealed Lindsay. —I love Guns n' Roses!

The blonde didn't sing the song, but she got carried away with it and hit all the notes, dancing as she played. Beth was out of the game, as she had been attacked by Courtney and couldn't recover. Harold had the most points, as he only missed when was attacked and recovered quickly. Duncan was in second, Courtney in third and, close behind in fourth, Lindsay. She launched an attack on the counselor, making her miss and beating her.

—You won't get away with this!—threatened. Welcome to the Jungle ended and the next song came on: Eye of the Tiger, by the band Survivor.

—That's a good one!—commented Duncan. Harold agreed. Even Chris was shaking his head and hands to the beat. With his attack, the antihero hit Harold, who fumbled and began to lose performance. Lindsay then attacked him too and the score changed. Now the punk was in first place, but just barely. The blonde had also overtaken the nerd and was in second place. Courtney attacked Duncan and made him lose again to Harold. The show had turned into a fight as they exchanged attacks. Then the music changed to Black Sabbath's Paranoid, which made them more festive, but not distracted by the attacks that would disrupt the performance.

To finish, Enter Sandman by Metallica. The heavy melody and intense vocals made the quartet play more seriously and attack with more ferocity. At one point, after a long note, the medley ended, the arms of the guitars shattered and the message "You rock!" appeared on the big screen. Frustrated, Duncan smashed his guitar. Chris said:

—Impressive, Duncan, but the winner is Harold!

The nerd shouted in celebration. Lindsay and Beth applauded him while Courtney got upset.

—Why did you attack me?—she asked Duncan.

—Gimme a break, this is a game, I attacked everyone!—he justified, annoyed too. The others nodded in agreement. However, this didn't quell her anger, as she raised her toy guitar like a golf club to hit him.

—You should help me win, not hinder me!—and tried to hit him in the scrotum. However, the punk stopped the blow with one of his feet. "Not this time!", he retorted and smashed Courtney's guitar with a stomp. The monitor's anger turned to absolute shock: didn't expected such a reaction from him.

—That's enough, Courtney!—Chris ordered, annoyed, getting up and walking on the stage. —You lost, Harold won! Game over!—then he looked at the camera and continued: —We'll be right back, as soon as Courtney calms down. Duncan, if you break another guitar, you'll pay for it, eh?—finished, scolding the antihero, who rolled his eyes impatiently.


Duncan, Lindsay, Harold and Beth were at the top of the scenic hill. Now that they were away from the monitor, they could talk more freely about their plan to eliminate her from the show. The blonde didn't even need to convince her friend to help: had whispered about it to her in the dorm and Beth confirmed it. Shortly afterwards, she and Harold left the hill, but the punk and the blonde didn't, remained seated. She watched them go sadly.

—What is it?—the antihero asked.

—After we eliminate Courtney, we'll have to get them out if we want to make it to the final—said the blonde, sadly. Duncan didn't feel bad about voting for them: wasn't Beth's friend and didn't consider Harold to be one, even though he had made up with him.

—It was very kind of you to apologize to Harold—praised Lindsay, suddenly.

—I only did what I needed to do. But he's still annoying!—the colleague laughed.


Fifteen minutes later, the competitors were back in the "big stadium", but the scenery had changed: in front of the stage, there was a long and red carpet, with what looked like a dressing room at the end (a star on the door indicated that it was). Flanking the carpet were queue dividers and lots of screens, all dark, like an audience. Lame-o-sine arrived and Chef Hatchet opened the door for the presenter to come out.

—Welcome back to the rock star edition of Total Drama Action!—he announced. —The first part of the second challenge is a fan obstacle course.

In a tight space between the carpet and the dividers, there was a long gap. More displays came out of it, but these had defined image. As they came out of the gap and slid through, Chris said:

—Photographers, groupies and autograph hunters. Your goal is to get to the dressing room. You will leave the Lame-o-sine and walk the red carpet, dodging the obstacles or interacting with them, you decide. The best performance wins. Harold, for winning the first challenge, you get a credential for the dressing room.

—Awesome!

—All right, everyone get in the car to start the challenge, one by one.

Duncan, Lindsay, Harold, Coutney and Beth did as the host ordered and he said through the window:

—Courtney, you're first.

—Why me?

—Because I decide what order you go. —And...—moved away from the car—action!

The C.I.T. ran out of the limousine. She ran away from the first paparrazi, hesitated when found the autograph hunter, but signed; smiled and rolled over to avoid two other photographers, waved back to the groupie, picked up the freebie bag; hesitated when came across the waiter with sandwiches, but didn't take the treat and continued; "Do you know who I am?", said to the dressing room guard's screen, which "sank". Courtney entered the enclosure, completing the course.

—Said with star attitude—Chris commented. —Nice maneuvers and you did well to get the toast! Lucky you, you can keep it.

Courtney opened the bag and took out a brown book with a picture of Chris on the cover.

—My autobiography, volume one—the host explained. The counselor didn't like it and got upset.

Everyone after her arrived at the place in their own way. Harold was next. The others wished their colleague good luck and he left.

—Rock n' Roll!—he spoke, excitedly, making a pair of glasses with his hands. —Hmm, no... Rock n' Roll!—exclaimed, this time making an L with one hand over his forehead. —No... Rock n' Roll! Haha!—said, making a maloik with both hands.

—Get on with it, Doris!—Duncan shouted out of the car window. Harold teared and ran, crying down the course, ignoring all the obstacles (except the dressing room's guard, it didn't show up). When he got to the precinct, hugged Chris, who hugged back, in annoyance, patting him on the back.


—I thought you weren't going to bully me anymore!—Harold said, indignantly, in the confessionary, with Duncan by his side.

—Hey, I just told you to go, I didn't hit nor prank you—the punk defended himself.


—Beth, you're next!—they heard Chris say. The blonde hugged the nerd and Duncan wished her good luck, indifferently, but Beth did a bad performance: she ran out of the car and lost her glasses when she was startled by the flash of the camera of the first paparazzi that came along. She disguised it by smiling and waving to the audience of screens. After much groping, stumbling and startling, the nerd arrived.

Duncan was next. "Good luck, buddy!", said Lindsay, shaking his hands, smiling. "To us. For eliminating Courtney", he added, smiling too. Ran out of the Lame-o-sine, spat on one photographer's camera lens and punched another; showed his middle finger to the autograph hunter, wrote his phone number on the groupie's belly ("Call me", he gestured), picked up the gift bag and, while running, spun it around and used it to hit the waiter's sandwich tray. Finally, he gave the dressing room guard a spinning kick, breaking it, and went inside.

—Dude, big chance of paparazzi lawsuit. On the other hand, you did a good job of giving the phone number to the fangirl—Chris commented.

—Whatever, fuck off!—said Duncan, irritated, joining the others, under the annoyed gazes of Courtney and Harold.

—Hmm, someone's in a bad mood! What a rock star!—the host said, with a mixture of irony and nonchalance. —Next!

Lindsay got out of the vehicle, waving to the camera and the audience of displays. She posed for the paparazzi, gave her autograph to the huntress, hugged the fangirl and gave her the toast (a dark blue shirt with a Chris pattern), took a sandwich from the tray, bit it and, when she reached the guard's display, petted it, which let her pass.

Chris gathered the contestants on the red carpet and Chef passed an envelope to the host, who began:

—Now, let's decide the winner of this stage. Come closer so we can see the best photos.

Duncan, Lindsay, Harold, Beth and Courtney flanked Chris and he took the photos out of the envelope, commenting:

—Courtney running away (the C.I.T. just smiled), Harold crying (the nerd got crestfallen), Beth freaking out (she got embarrassed), Duncan punching (the punk smiled cynically) and Lindsay posing (she smiled). We have the winner!—announced. Courtney smiled in triumph, certain that she'd win, but Chris revealed: —Lindsay!

Courtney stared in disbelief while Lindsay shouted in celebration. The others were relieved.

—Why?—asked the monitor. —I made an effort to escape the paparazzi!

—You weren't supposed to run away from the photographers—the presenter clarified. —The paparazzi mean exposure, and Lindsay exposed herself.


—I hate, hate, hate losing!—complained Courtney, in the confessionary. —Lindsiot!—cursed, then shouted angrily.


—Let's go back to the dressing room for the last Rock star challenge, now for immunity—Chris said, walking back to the place. The others followed him and, as they entered, he continued: —Your goal now is to destroy the dressing room.

—Oh, boy! Damn right!—exclaimed Duncan. —Thrashing is my thing!

—Don't be so sure of victory, Duncan!—contradicted Courtney, irritated.

—You have thirty seconds to do it!—continued the presenter. —Whoever has the highest percentage of destruction is the winner! Lindsay, for winning the previous test, you have a ten-second advantage—the contestant did little claps.


—The plan is going well. Everything is working in our favor—told Duncan, in the confessionary, with Lindsay by his side.

—One more victory and we'll send the know-it-all home—she added, happily.

—This is it, Lindsay! Destroy as much as you can. Imagine Heather in every inch of that room.

—Leave it to me—assured her, slamming a fist on the palm of the other hand, with a stern expression.


—And... action!—Chris announced, leaving. Lindsay shot ahead: she flipped over the sofa and threw the cushions away. Then ran in the opposite direction, threw a lamp on the floor and used one of Chris's picture frames to break a mirror.

—You may begin!—allowed the host to the others. Duncan ran over and threw a TV and its stand on the floor; also threw a tray of sandwiches and a room service trolley on the floor. Uprooted a palm sapling and used it to break a desk and a painting. Meanwhile, Courtney vented her anger by trying to destroy a bed. Beth and Harold tryed to destroy smaller objects. Finally, the punk and the blonde tore down the walls of the dressing room.

—Time over!—said Chris, making the contestants stop what they were doing. —Our destruction percentage indicates that the winner of immunity and Rock star is... Duncan!

—YEEEEEEEEEAAHHHH!—exclaimed the winner, triumphant. —I told you breaking things was my thing!

—Now you'll have to decide who gets kicked out of the band. Come back here in fifteen minutes for the Gilded Chris ceremony.


Courtney took Duncan to the girls' dormitory. The antihero thought she wanted to talk to him alone about who to vote for, but, instead, she picked up a bulky pile of paper and showed it to him.

—What's this?

—It's a letter outlining all your faults and how to correct them if we want to have a serious relationship.

—What? Is this serious?!—questioned Duncan, wide-eyed and incredulous.

—Very serious. I want you to memorize it and follow the correction instructions.

—Look at the size of this thing! No fucking way I'm gonna read this, we're not even dating anymore!

—What?

—You heard me! Ever since you abandoned me with a sprained ankle for money, I'm not into you anymore! You just wanted to use me to get the prize!

—Look, I'm sorry—said Courtney, in a nonchalant and unapologetic tone—, but I did it for us! If I'd taken the suitcase to Chris, we'd be rich and not here competing again!

—LIAR! IT'S OVER BETWEEN US!

—SO FUCK OFF, YOU DELINQUENT! PICKPOCKETS! I BET IT WAS THOSE SLUTS GWEN AND LINDSIOT WHO PUT A BUNCH OF CRAP IN YOUR HEAD AGAINST ME! THEY STOLE YOU FROM ME! I HAVE NO DOUBT THAT YOU WERE CHEATING ON ME WITH BOTH OF THEM!

—PSYCHO! I DIDN'T CHEAT ON YOU! I SAID I'M STRAIGHT WITH PEOPLE! I DON'T WANT TO DATE YOU ANYMORE AND THAT'S IT! NOBODY TELLS ME WHAT TO DO, HOW TO ACT OR IF I SHOULD CHANGE! THAT'S UP TO ME, NOT YOU!

Very irritated, Courtney threw the letter at Duncan, but he caught it and tore it up, scattering the pages all over the dormitory. As he left, noticed his colleagues behind a nearby bush and asked, controlled:

—Did you hear?—Lindsay, Harold and Beth nodded positively and came out of the bush, with Lindsay trembling and a severe expression. Duncan didn't need to ask: knew she'd heard Courtney swearing at her in the argument. The punk slipped one of his arms behind her neck up to a shoulder and they walked away. After a while, Duncan asked:

—Feeling better now?

—Yes, thank you. I'm sorry you broke up, buddy!—and hugged him. —First Gwen and Trent, now you two.

Had forgotten the gothic and the musician broke up. Now he could, as he himself had said, start a relationship with her. That consoled him, despite his annoyance.

—I'm sorry about that too. You're not... that, or an idiot. Don't let what that crazy woman said get to you.

Lindsay smiled and nodded positively. This time, it was the antihero who hugged his friend, as a way of comforting her. Seconds later, Beth exclaimed:

—It's almost elimination time! Come on, let's get Courtney out of the game!


Duncan, Lindsay, Harold, Beth and Courtney were sitting in the bleachers, waiting for Chris to start the ceremony. The C.I.T. was very angry, her eyes very red and swollen, away from the others.

—There are five left, one must go and it won't be Duncan—the presenter spoke, from the platform, making the antihero smirk. —You may vote.

The contestants picked up their voting devices and, together, the punk, the blonde and the nerds pressed the screen on Courtney's photo. Courtney, angry and resentful, voted for Lindsay. A few minutes later, Chef Hatchet, wearing a pink dress, arrived carrying statuettes in the shape of Chris.

—All right—the host began, after counting the votes. —The Gilded Chris award goes to Duncan—tossed a statuette to the punk—... Lindsay—threw another to her—... Harold—threw a third to the nerd—and... Beth—threw the last statue to her.

—So you were really setting me up to be eliminated!—accused Courtney, nonconformist.

—And guess what: I'm the one who started it—Duncan revealed, and laughed with mockery.

—YOU'LL PAY ME, YOU CROOK! YOU OGRE!—she shouted, standing up to attack her ex-boyfriend, but Lindsay intervened and started pushing the conselour towards Lame-o-sine, who resisted. Chris watched the scene smiling.

—GET OFF ME, BITCH!

Harold and Beth gasped. Duncan got angry and went to attack the ex-girlfriend, but the blonde head-butted her colleague, knocking her down.

—That was for Gwen too!—scolded Lindsay. —Whore!

Chef Hatchet took the eliminated girl by one arm and put her in the car.

—YOU'RE ALL GOING TO PAY ME! YOU'RE GOING TO SEE MY LAWYERS!—threatened Courtney. —ESPECIALLY YOU—pointed at Duncan—AND THAT BLONDE!—pointed at Lindsay. —THAT GOTH GIRL CAN'T WAIT EITHER! YOU'LL SEE!

The cook closed the door and Lame-o-sine left.

—Wow! And so ends another episode of Total Drama Action! With a good scene!—Chris commented, laughing and rubbing his hands together. —We said goodbye to our angriest and most foul-mouthed contestant! Stay tuned and don't miss the next episode of Total... Drama... Action!