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Previously on iShipIt.

My ex -boyfriend Chris, he's a musician.

I felt self -conscious about singing in front of him.

I signed us up for a battle of bands. It's been six weeks and you owe me $20

the entrance fee.

What? We need at least two other people to part a band, though. You play five

instruments?

Six, if you count the Gwakumsfield.

I know my way around pro tools.

You're in.

Before we start, some ground rules. No inter -band dating. Never works out and

no one wants to be a cliché.

Here's my lady.

You're wrong about getting over a broken heart.

What the... Hey,

Tim?

Yeah? We need to make a music video.

So, I had an epiphany over the weekend while I was Facebook stalking my crappy

ex -boyfriend.

We need to make a music video to declare our arrival on the nerd rock scene.

Why are you so fixated on that jerk?

Why are you still fixated on me being fixated on him?

Which I'm not.

Anyway,

we need to make a music video and we are sitting on the perfect set.

The break room furniture?

No, the office.

It empties out at 7 p .m. and people don't start showing up for work until 8

.m.

We don't have a concept.

And that is where you are totally and completely wrong.

Hey, Cheryl? You here?

Getting a private massage again?

No?

Okay.

The plan for tonight is divide and conquer. Tim and I take on the post

Sasha and Denver take on the stapled stop motion. We reconvene in two hours

costumes from The Lost and Found and record in the edit bay. Any questions?

So many. We don't have time.

Go team!

What?

Oh, are we not doing a team high five? That was the vibe I was getting.

What? No.

Get to work.

Kim!

There's a bald patch there.

I'm working on it.

It's him.

Not weird, is it?

What's not weird?

You know.

Us.

Being here.

Working on stuff.

Together.

After the thing with the kissing and whatever.

Showed normal and stuff, right?

Yeah.

I wouldn't worry about it.

You know, you were sad when I was there.

We tried a thing and it wasn't for us.

It's like sampling flavors at a froyo place.

Right.

Froyo.

How's that bald spot? Super good.

I don't like this.

It's boring.

It's repetitive. I have a 4 .0. I'm better than this.

Okay.

It does look pretty cool, though.

That is, in fact, the point of stop motion.

Um, okay.

Do you not like me?

I think that's just a vibe I give off.

Maybe it's... The hair?

It's probably the hair.

I don't know, maybe people from the East Coast just give off an unfriendly vibe

in general.

You want to make out?

What? I know, I know I said that thing about no one or man, whatever, but

we're alone in an office at night.

I just feel like it's kind of wasteful if someone's...

Not making out here.

Maybe Tim and Ella will take care of that for us. In Tim's dreams.

Like he's living in some friend -owned nice guy's fantasy land.

Boring.

Offers still stand.

Okay, sure, let's go.

How's it going?

I think we're done with the titles.

So when things are looking X and bleak, there's a little prune, I think.

Even Superman had a day job at Boone's. God,

Walter worked on a farm.

But in reality,

they had a cheaper calling. Now the world knows who they are.

Cause now I'm clocking without an alter ego.

But I'll give it time.

We all have our secret super power.

I just need to find mine.

So when things are looking extra bleak, there's a little tune I

think.

Even soon.

We're at 300 views already.

I think at least 200 of those are us. Still, it's like 100 views that aren't

Excuse me.

Careful,

it's hot.

Careful, you're hot.

Yeah, I know.

Shut up.

Are any of you guys busy next Saturday?

No, Denver, we're not, because we're all losers. Cool.

Okay, I just booked us an open mic night.

Is that the Virgil next week?

Um, what? No.

We're not ready. I'm not ready.

It's a stage fright thing.

NBD. You do realize you started a band, right?

A band whose goal is to perform songs you wrote in front of people?

Yeah.

Bands are great.

When you're in a private room practicing together and there's lights and no

people, rather than on stage where it's dark and I feel like I'm up there by

myself just up there singing alone in front of everybody.

This sounds like it might be a problem for us.

To be fair, I thought that I'd be over it by now.

But I'm not.

But it's fine.

Because it's not about all the bands yet.

I feel like this is maybe something we should work on.

Yeah, not tonight. Maybe later.

Maybe sooner?

Nah. Yeah.