When Cody heads off to rural Georgia for the gay version of the popular reality TV show, City/Country, he has no idea that things are going to be so disorganized. What starts out as a legitimate offer from network TV dissolves into a farce where Cody and the other four guys who agreed to do the show are being used as guinea pigs for a doctoral thesis.
Cody can't turn down the offer of enough money to go to college, though, and agrees to do the show along with the others: rough and ready Frank, punky Paki, quiet Alan and mysterious Shay. Things go from bad to worse once the show gets rolling, with the producer, Kendra, acting like the worst kind of smarmy used-car salesman, encouraging the guys to turn on each other.
As the unwilling leader of the group, Cody tries to play the game the best way he can, but everyone seems to be against him. Alan has a crush on him, and Cody thinks Alan is sweet, but it's surly, hard-to-read Shay that captures his attention. When a few careless mistakes turn the rest of the house against him, Cody knows he has to do something, because things are not only complicated, they're getting dangerous. Can Cody and the rest of the guys outwit Kendra and survive their time in the middle of nowhere?
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Of all the things Cody thought he might see when he stepped off the Greyhound in Baraunchs, Georgia, the last of all possible expectations was that he'd see nothing at all.
Seriously, nothing--well, nothing outside of the normal bus station kind of setup. Scuffed plastic seats in faded primary colors, a mostly-empty snack machine and a couple of shady-looking types snoring with their heads pillowed on grubby knapsacks. No camera crew, no one waiting with a big "Cody Browning" sign, and no one who looked like they knew him from Adam.
Cody didn't think he was the kind of guy who expected the star treatment and got pissed off when he was shorted out of it, but this was a weird reception for someone who'd ridden three straight days in a bus to take part in filming a reality TV series focused on "the life and times of today's gay youth".
Where was everyone? This couldn't be a great big joke, could it? Nah. He'd signed a contract, one his momma's cousin the lawyer had read through and told them was on the level. There had been banner ads for the series on MySpace and he'd even seen a quickie segment on the evening news.
No way was this was a hoax.
No way was this right, either.
Cody scooted out of the way of a grizzled, middle-aged man waiting grouchily behind him, ten kinds of rumpled in a suit that had seen better days. "Sorry about that."
The man gave him an odd look.
Cody shrugged, more concerned with what was going on, or more accurately not going on. Seriously weird. Maybe it's not the big band striking up when someone arrives and pretty models throwing ticker tape and confetti, but I kinda expected someone to pick me up, atleast.
Or maybe this was how reality TV worked. What did he know?