Pointless exposition that it's 6:00 PM, but that's meaningless since we could be in real time, or in a flashback, or the first day of auditions, or D-Day. We've established that once upon a time, at some point, in L.A., it was 6:00 PM. Now we focus on the individual rooms. I swear there's a point at which the rooms switch what number they are, but I couldn't care less, so I don't know when (or for sure that) it happens.

In Room One, they're all reflecting on their American Idol journey. I'd love to join them on that little hell ride, but I've never seen any of them in my life. We flash back to Sharon Galvez in her regular job as a cocktail waitress in the Vegas. She apparently does karaoke on the bar, as part of her job. I don't have a good feeling about that, as a career. Plus, it makes you look kind of like a douche, because like, singing karaoke standing on a bar in Vegas wearing the clothing of a common streetwalker? Shows you want to be a serious performer, like, not at all. She sings here in "Hollywood" that song about our future and how it's our children. I couldn't tell you if it's good. I no longer know what constitutes good singing. Too much of this show too often. It all just sounds like singing to me.

Also in this group is Shunta "Funkup" Werthen, who is wearing an insanely cute white suit and looks like a million bucks. The reason, I figured out, that she looks like such a drag queen is because she has a gigantic face, like her head and the front part of her head are huge, and her features are proportionate to that, and so if you slap on any makeup it all looks as big as the rims on my Impala. The point of makeup is to emphasize features and bring them all into harmony with one another, but since her features and face are so gigantic, she's just like this insect that appears much larger than it really is, when she's got the crazy obnoxious clown lady makeup on. Here? Her features are very distinctive and she has a really big face, and she sounds frigging great, and I like looking at her.

Yuck. Angel Higgs is in this goddamn room. Gross. She got through? But her lover slash student slash felony statutory didn't, remember? She sings, and it's okay, but she's pretty tricksy, as usual. It's so irritating and unearned when people do that that shouldn't. It's like painting your house all bright and pretty but inside there's a dirt floor. She looks cuter than she ever has -- nervous anticipation is good for her, I'd imagine she's used to it -- but she sounds worse. This room is doomed.