And oh my gosh! In a brilliant turn of events, this whole DC:L@TBb production is sound-engineered by Avery, who really takes on a Yoda-like quality in this episode via multiple bouts of legendary wisdom. Not only does he snap Deacon out of his destructive rumination pre-show, but he throws truth-darts at the "toast" (microwaved bread) chef hiding out in his just-fine-the-way-it-was apartment: Juliette Barnes. "Just because you close your eyes… doesn't mean you're invisible," he reminds her, followed by the less-cryptic "You are the only one who can change the conversation. And there's no doing that while cooped up in here." The guy knows everything! And he even comes up with the perfect characterization of Deacon's sound: "pure, bottled Bluebird."
As soon as Juliette shows up to Deacon's show, powerless to stop Yoda from kissing her in public, the cat's out of the bag on their relationship. "So is this a……" Deacon trails off, pointing at Avery and Juliette together. "I like it." Me too, man! Juliette's inspired to get back in the studio with the Juli Master.
You can't get much better than Juliette's ain't-you-just-the-greatest smile after this frank and poignant reminder from her twin in light denim, Deacon: "Don't let them get to you. You've been given a voice, girl. You keep saying what you believe and you'll be fine."
She looks like a glowworm!
Second-best Deacon-Juliette moment of the ep involved Juliette sliding out of Avery's bed to avoid Deacon spotting her. So amazing. How's Juliette, Deacon happens to ask? Well, "she's laying low… keeping her head to the ground," Avery does not lie.
Then there's Will, who keeps inching towards gay salvation, fumbling towards ecstasy, then ultimately holding himself back. Gunnar is pretty much Will's sexuality coach and the only one driving his character's plot -- and he even wrote a song for him, "about the Brent thing." Gunnar's all-around encouragement of Will being his best self drives Will to complain about Brent to Jeff, who fires Brent and signs on to advise Will himself. Eww, Jeff.
NEXT PAGE: Will bravely segues into Sarah McLachlan mode