Everyone was having so much fun in Memphis on Nashville on Wednesday (Dec. 10). But by then end of the midseason finale, all hell broke loose. And all the fun was over.
Bad things just kept happening and happening. It was the proverbial hot mess of a cliffhanger.
Starting with StudzTown. It’s a fictional website with pictures of super-hot country boys that they wish were gay. Will ended up on it, and Jeff’s advice to him was to “butch it up.” So he slept with a female country music freelance writer to get the gay rumors off his back.
Luke talked to Rayna’s daughters about boarding school — without Rayna’s permission. And as it turns out, that was a deal breaker in every sense of the word. “I can’t marry you. I want to, but I can’t,” she told him on the morning of what should’ve been their storybook wedding. “I can’t make you a casualty of my life.” Luke — and the wooden folding chairs on his lawn — didn’t take that news very well.
Gunnar found out that he is not Micah’s father. And as if that wasn’t enough bad news, he found out that his late brother was.
Sadie’s abusive ex-husband Pete shows up. And up. And up. He is bad news. I don’t know who is going to come to her rescue, but she’s so likable that I bet by the next episode on Feb. 4, there will be a long line of people willing to beat the hell out of Pete.
Deacon tried to stop moping around after declaring his endless love for Rayna, but he ended up in the hospital. No, he wasn’t drinking. It’s worse than that. I almost can’t even talk about it. It’s cirrhosis of the liver that could be cancer.
Jeff tells Layla “there is no us,” gives her some prescription pills, and walks away. She is too fragile to handle that kind of rejection, so she takes all the pills and that doesn’t end well.
Teddy realized that his only friend is a hooker he’s paying. “That’s just messed up,” he finally realized.
And I swear I think Maddie still is dying to get some time alone with her possible stepbrother.
But there was one shining romantic highlight of the night. When Avery came over to Juliette’s with a box of baby stuff, and ended up with a wife.
“I can’t do this anymore, Juliette. I thought we could be friends, for the sake of the baby. Believe me, I’ve tried. But it’s impossible. It doesn’t work,” he told her. “I want you to marry me.”
It was possibly the worst proposal ever. But now that those two are Mr. and Mrs. Avery Barkley, a.k.a. #JaveryWedding, who cares how they got there?