Nashville Recap: Friends in Low Places
The thing is, knowing that a member of Nashville‘s ensemble is going to bite it next week means it’s much easier to picture the Grim Reaper – rather than Frosty the Snowman – running amok in Music City.
Is he cheering in the bar where Will attempts some ill-conceived crowd surfing? Is he lingering around the corner when Teddy and Deacon nearly come to blows again? Is he in the gleam of Rayna’s eye when she barely restrains herself from strangling an overly familiar Peggy? Is he sharing a cell with a fading Lamar? Only next week’s fall finale will tell. Until then, let’s review what happened in “I’m Tired of Pretending.”
EXECUTIVE DECISIONS | At the beginning of the episode, Layla runs over the allotted time for her set, ticking off Juliette in the process. As Ju fumes in her dressing room, Charlie shows up and re-professes his love. “I think you like games,” she tells his pretty, pretty face, “and I’m not a toy.”
But later, he calls her and tells her to turn on Extra! She flips to the entertainment news show just in time to hear that “Charlivia” is no more: The Wentworths are divorcing. (Charlie, no one should have to have major news about his or her life delivered by Mario Lopez.) “Now do you believe me?” the Brit asks, but Ju still looks wary.
Meanwhile, Ms. Barnes decides to circumvent Glenn (and, once more, his wisdom) by confronting Layla about her set overage the evening before. “I think it’s better to have a boy between two girls,” Ju purrs, and for a fleeting moment, my dirty old recapper fantasy lives again. But no, Juliette means that she’s flipping Layla and Will’s sets, meaning that the reality show runner-up will play to an even smaller crowd in the near future.
NICE TRY | After Will drinks too much and pretends he’s Cowboy Ugly-era Piper Perabo, he takes a header into a bar crowd that’s uninterested in holding up his lanky frame. In real life, the leap he takes into the hard floor would cost him some nose cartilage and at least a tooth or two; here, he barely has a scratch on him when a doc clears him for performing the next morning.
Brent swings by to announce that since Will can’t seem to keep himself out of shenanigans, the label has decided he’ll now have a “constant companion.” Guess who it is? In the spirit of the season, sing along with me, Roger, Mark, Mimi, Collins and the rest of the gang: Brent Brent Brent Brent Brennnnnnnt! Don’t look so peeved, Will; at least a tiny part of you is psyched about this development.
Will apologizes to Layla for his drunken tomfoolery, which caused them to miss an early morning press opportunity, and she maneuvers herself into a duet with him to close his set that night – thus thwarting Juliette’s set-flip. But THEN, JuJu turns the thwarter into the thwartee by swooping in right as Will announces that he’s bringing a guest to the stage. “You’re sittin’ this one out,” she chirps as she glides by the brunette and sidles up to Will, waving to the crowd. (Side note: I can only assume that with the high pony and the skintight red leather, Juliette is paying homage to “Oops!… I Did It Again”-era Britney, no?)