Soooo…I can see that you are very vulnerable and probably pretty emotionally damaged. I’m going screw you anyways. Sad chicks make me hot.
Poor Juliette. The smile of pure happiness and pleasure on her face when Deacon condescends to spend some time with her breaks my heart.
Lamar crashes the girls’ talent show and Rayna blasts him and orders him to leave. They have a hissed convo in the hallway and to sum it up – Rayna is being a terrible mother because she is refusing his cash money and also because she’s going to abandon them to go traipsing off around the country with her exlover. Rayna should be more considerate about her girls’ tender feelings, seeing as how her mom died when she was young. Ouch, Dad. Scoring mean points from exploiting your dead wife. Guys, have you noticed that whenever Lamar lands one of his most vicious barbs, he kind of licks his teeth and looks so pleased with himself. It’s so gross and so compelling at the same time.
Or is it just my imagination?
Juliette and Deacon are relaxing in post-coital bliss when Juliette starts yammering in his earhole about how he didn’t call her up onstage at the Bluebird, choosing instead to sing with Rayna.
“I didn’t do it to hurt you, sugar. You weren’t even a blip in my thought process. Doesn’t that make you feel better? Now, get over here and blow me.”
Juliette completely fails to not sound hurt as she says “I just would like to be the one that gets chosen.” And what does douchebag say? “I’m here now.” He’s right, he’s only there for now. In an hour or tomorrow morning, he’ll be gone and he might not even take her calls. The way Deacon is playing it right now, Juliette is a pleasant distraction to him but she doesn’t matter one iota to him emotionally. She’s like a fashion magazine you flip through. You admire all the pretty pictures and fancy ads and then you toss it aside.
And Juliette, bless her poor, immature and damaged heart, practically begs him to tour with her. She promises everything under the sun – playing in sold-out venues, full of screaming fans, her his willing little plaything beautiful and sweet and sexually available. It’s pathetic and it makes me want to cry for her.
I’ll give you anything. I’ll give you everything. Why don’t you just love me?
And all she gets for her trouble is a jerky “That doesn’t sound half-bad.”
Langhorne Talent Show. I’m guessing this is a school? Rayna’s two girls perform together and their selection is a bluegrassy Telescope. That song is everywhere in this episode! It’s incredibly well done and sounds amazing BUT am I the only one who thinks it is completely inappropriate for two preteen girls, one who’s young enough to probably still wet the bed on occasion, sing that song? It doesn’t matter how innocent and countrified they make it. It’s still quease-making to have a child sing “You left your secrets in my bed.” CHRIST! This is how sexualisation of children starts. It’s all innocent and fun at first and then, inevitably it turns a dark corner and you have eight year olds wanting to wear heels and padded bras. I’m all riled up about this currently as I am in the midst of shopping for a fancy dress for my daughter and am confronted by children’s stores selling miniature versions of adult women’s clothes. It’s complete bullshit and it makes me furious. OK, rant over. I also want to note how implausible it seems that her eldest would have no trouble or be embarrassed by performing alongside her little sister. Or maybe kids are just sweeter down South?
After the talent show, Rayna and Tandy have some wine and a heart-to-heart sisterly convo. Tandy reveals a family secret – that DeadMom was having a long-term love affair before she died.