The Rockin’ Struggle: Back in Orlando, Miss Katie informs Sureshot that they are going to NYC to talk to the major record companies. Cronin thanks God for letting this all happen for him. But don’t go praising the Almighty just yet, Rich. You still need to get signed to a label, and that’s the subject of the season finale, which inexplicably airs immediately following this episode, likely the result of poor ratings, leading this writer to hypothesize that he’s the only person actually watching this show. Miss Katie secures a private jet for the boys’ journey to New York. While flying over Giants Stadium, Kirkpatrick predicts Sureshot will be playing there in two years. Las Vegas immediately takes that bet and throws 1400-1 odds on it.

First stop on the label tour: Atlantic Records. Steve Lunt of Atlantic says the songs aren’t “melodic enough,” meaning that they would make poor ringtones, so Lunt passes. Then the boys visit Jive. Sureshot producer Bryan Michael-Cox gives the project some cred, Jive’s Jeff Fenster whispers to BMC, but the three-week lifespan of the band is worrysome. Another concern is that according to the “Fenster Keep It Real department,” Abrams and Kirkpatrick are overweight. Ultimately, Fenster passes on Sureshot, but the meeting is encouraging. The boys fly home to Orlando without a record contract.

The Rockin’ Finale: On the flight home, Abrams, Cronin, Kirkpatrick and Jeff Timmons all agree that they’re proud of the project and themselves. Sureshot, they insist, will remain a band, and to mark the occasion, Kirkpatrick pops a bottle of bubbly while sitting next to ex-alcoholic Abrams. The epilogue font brings us up to date, since the show was filmed in February: Rich’s leukemia is still in remission, and the boys continue to work with Bryan Michael-Cox in hopes of securing a record deal. It’s a good start for a band with a second chance.

The Best Moment: By far, the Iron Man trailer that took up the entire first commercial break. It’s as glossy and post-modern as Spider-Man 2, but with Robert Downey Jr. and a better sense of humor. Plus, any movie that utilizes Filter’s “Hey Man, Nice Shot” and (appropriately) Black Sabbath’s “Iron Man” as the trailer music is a must-see. In terms of the show, the funniest moment was a continuing motif from last week: The unabashed horniness Kirkpatrick displays every time he sees and talks about the group’s backup dancers. These are the caliber of girls that Justin Timberlake would feed to the road crew for their hard work, yet here is JT’s former bandmate jumping around like a thirteen-year-old that found a hole to the girl’s locker room.