Scene 1: The Guys were from Mars, the Girls are from Mars.
(That useless voice introduces the Judgery. Jennifer is dressed like a superhero, Randy is dressed like that guy that used to hold the umbrella for that rapper, Steven is a crusty some more. Your Top Five of both genders will be in the Top 12, so presumably the Judgery will rescue two of each. Timeframe being what it is, who knows who those Two Guys will be. I can't judge because I love all of them; my only hope is that Jovany will eat it because who cares about Jovany. Sorry, but come on.)
(Seacrest makes a scripted joke about his height that so screams Vilanch Ruins All Things that he actually must discuss how dumb the joke is.)
Seacrest: "Who cares about the girls this year?"
Lopez: "Not even me. This shit is stupid."
Seacrest: "This is about America Deciding, right?"
Jackson: "Well Ryan, this is about America Deciding. They should listen to the people sing, and then make a decision, and then Decide. Americally."
Seacrest: "That's so true, Randy. Let's talk about it for a long, long time."
Seacrest: "Who gives a shit about Steven Tyler?"
Gross Aged Whores: "We do!"
Seacrest: "Won that round, bitches."
Scene 2: The Children are Introduced. Sandinista sets the Tone.
(Tatynisa is the one that can sing, Naima is the one with all the problems, Kendra Chantelle is the one whose problem is right there in her names, Rachel rules and is nuts, Karen is so adorable some more at various ages like Portrait Of Jenny, Old Lauren is Old, Ashthon might just throw down, Julie Z por vida, Somebody somebody, Thia is little, Lauren A is the one we like, Pia is the one that's a Hefner candidate but nobody told her she should be blonde or that there's a war on. Yay for a bunch of girls that pretty much don't matter.)
(Ta-Tynisa decides to make her name even stu-pider. Then she fucks up that song about being the only Rihanna in the room. She does this in a cute skirt that she does not use to its greatest effect, and also while singing like she's just won a marathon. On the one hand, this is a singing competition and yet you're managing to make a great song suck plus fighting your awesome backup singer; on the other hand, you just won a marathon. Ta-Ta, Ta-Ta-Ta. Boomdeay.)