Some months ago, when the Jukebox Tour was still in the planning stages, several members of the core group were gathered around a large meeting table waiting for the choreographer, who was running late...

Angela: [removes a magazine from her bag and opens it out on the table] Alright, we're taking the Cosmo Quiz.

Clay: [groans] Oh no. Who put you up to this?

Angela: A little birdie told me. And we're ALL playing, and we ALL have to answer ALL the questions.

Jacob: I'm in.

Quiana: Me too.

Nick: I'll do it if you'll do it.

Felix: You're preaching to the choir, baby.

Jaymes: Um, perhaps you want me to leave?

Clay: [eyes the bodyguard by the door, who checks to make sure it's locked]

Jacob: Think of it as a bonding experience.

Jaymes: So... we all blackmail each other then?

Clay: Yep.

Angela: "Your true erotic identity is displayed in a variety of places, not just in the bedroom. Discover yours." First question. "In an adventuresome mood one night, you and your mate decide to wear an item of each other's underwear." Okay, boys answer first - You make her wear -

- Nothing
- Boxers 
- a jock strap

Jacob: Nothing

Clay: Nothing

Felix: Nekkid!

Nick: I don't know. I've always kind of wanted to see what a girl looks like in a jock strap. What?

Jacob: Perv.

Angela: Okay, now the girls - You make him wear:

• Nothing
  
• A feminine, lacy teddy
• Crotchless panties

[silence] Somebody's got to go first. Quiana?

Quiana: [she starts to answer but is cut short by a fit of giggling] I'm sorry. It's the visuals. They're killing me.

Clay: What are you looking at me for? Quit looking at me! Stop it!

Quiana: Killing. Me. [she begins to laugh so hard she can't speak]

Angela: [begins to giggle with her] Crotchless?

Quiana: [helplessly nods, tears now streaming down her cheeks. She is joined by Angela a moment later and they wail]

Clay: [grabs the magazine] You are being highly, highly unprofessional. How am I supposed to work with you people? Let me do this. [He reads]

"Have you ever brought toys into the bedroom?

 - \"You have so many buzzy, fuzzy gadgets, your nightstand looks like it could be called Sex Toys \"R\" Us

 - You\'ll occasionally test-drive yummy props 

 - Just stuffed animals and video games\"

Jaymes?

Jaymes: You know, I'm not entirely sure I'm comfort-

[they all yell at her that she has to answer]

Jaymes: Oh all right. What were the choices again? The one where you don't have to plug anything in.

Clay: Interesting choice of words, but I don't believe that was one of the answers.

Jaymes: Give me that [takes the magazine] "When things are getting hot and heavy, a big mood killer is":

  - When it\'s too cold or hot
  - The TV or radio is on 
  - When - 

Felix: [interrupts] His momma walks in!

Nick: BWAH! You told him about that?

Clay: Shut. UP.

Jaymes: TMI! TMI! TMI! Next question! "This is a two parter - How do you greet platonic pals?"

• With a peck on the lips
• With a warm hug
• With a high five

Jacob: peck

Clay: a warm hug

Quiana: a hug

Angela: it depends on who it is, kiss or hug

Felix: Is it a platonic pal you haven't slept with yet, or one you used to and don't anymore?

Nick: Duh

Clay: Like, your filters are off.

Felix: a high five

Jaymes: "Part Two - Do you get aroused?"

Jacob: sure

Nick: it happens

Felix: naturally

Clay: of course

Angela: men are pigs

Quiana: you do?

Jaymes: What, on God's green earth, have I gotten myself into?

Angela: Don't worry, you'll get used to it. Here, let me. [takes the magazine back] For the girls - "Fill in the blank: Whenever I chat with a guy I'm attracted to, I'm secretly _________."

Quiana: Wondering if he has a boner

Jaymes: BWAH!

Angela: The choices are ... oh my God, you read this already! The other two choices:

     - Saying, \"You\'re cute\" with my smile

     - Praying there\'s no food in my teeth

Quiana: I'll stick with my original answer.

Jaymes: Praying there's no food in my teeth.

Angela: Here's another one for the girls. "What kind of embarrassing, blackmail-worthy information do you know about your guy?"

• Some stuff, but mostly bloopers that have happened right in front of you

• Hardly anything -- you're sure it exists, but he just won't tell you

• Oh, tons: nerdy childhood photos, humiliating stories from college, his secret name for his unit... "

[raucous laughter from everyone in the room, as they all point to Clay]

Clay: That will be quite enough of that! [grabs the magazine and slams it shut]

There is a knock at the door.

Clay: And not a moment too soon. Now that we've all gotten that out of our systems, we can get down to some business. Let him in.

[In walks the choreographer. After perfunctory introductions and apologies for tardiness, he sets up a few posters and begins]

Choreographer: I've taken the liberty of making up some storyboards for When Doves Cry, as that's the most physically challenging and complicated in terms of sheer number of steps in an unbroken sequence. Follow along as I go through it...

[they all watch raptly, as, with the aid of a pointer and some actual demonstration, he goes through the dance]

"Clay will stand in the middle of the two women, who will then seductively pet his stomach on the "touch if you will" line.

"He will chase one of them, catch her, ... and one and, two and, stop... pull her to him rather forcefully, slide down her body while running his hands across her thighs and buttocks, ... step, and back, and together again...she slides down him to simulate oral sex, he then pulls her up, ... and turn and step and ... thrusts into her from the front, spins her around, thrusts into her from behind, tries to walk away, lets the woman catch him back, runs her fingers through his hair as he bends her over, ... and this is crucial ...while attached at the pelvis, ... and up, and over... she leans over him, still attached at the pelvis, they stand back up straight, and break.

Then, he spins his microphone like it's a smoking six shooter and ascends the stairs to deliver the glory note. Any questions?"

Clay: [clears his throat] As long as I don't have to simulate smoking a cigarette afterwards, 'cos I don't believe in that, I'm fine with it.

Choreographer: Really? That's great. Rehearsals start soon.

... and the rest is history (which has been faithfully recorded hundreds and hundreds of times)