Back in LA (much to Ryan's relief) Colin and Ryan wandered into a dimly lit lounge bar. Ryan sidled over to the bar and ordered drinks while Colin found a quiet corner and surveyed the fliers that were on the table before him.
          "So this is the right place?" Ryan asked, placing Colin's beer in front of him and sipping his own.
          "Yep, Brad is due on stage in a couple of minutes," Colin replied.
          "I take it we won't be waiting until he's finished then?" Ryan sighed.
          "Hey, you're finally starting to see things my way," Colin chuckled.
          Ryan looked worried.

          Brad Sherwood was beginning to get sick of singing lounge songs. Most of the people there were either too drunk or stoned to actually care about what he was singing about. In fact, he'd spent 20 minutes singing about his shoes and no one had noticed.
          He walked off stage and reached for a bottle of water and took several deep gulps. As he went to drink some more he felt himself get pulled from behind and the bottle fell to the floor and oozed a large puddle. Brad felt himself thrust into a very small area and he noticed he wasn't alone.
          "Hey guys," he perked, giving Ryan and Colin a curious smile.
          "Hey how are ya?" Ryan perked.
          "We're not here on a social call," Colin announced.
          "No really…that would explain why we're crammed in the switchboard cupboard," Brad sarced, looking at all the glowing buttons that were digging into his leg.
          "Brad, I have something very serious to ask you…" Colin began.
          "Well can you say it when you're not talking into my nipple?" Brad grumbled.
          "LOOK! I plan to resurrect Whose Line…I want you on the team, are you in or out?" Colin snapped.
          "Are you kidding?" Brad jeered, noticed Colin's psychotic look and added, "I'm in, I'm in."
          "I never doubted you for a second…Be at Drew's place tomorrow night," Colin spat before stepping out of the switchboard cupboard.
          Brad turned to Ryan.
          "Since when has he been so anal?" Brad quipped.
          "Since he discovered that even his wife likes the dinosaur impression…if you know what I mean," Ryan replied.
          "I hear what you're sayin'," Brad nodded as he and Ryan stepped out of the cupboard.