Now on stage are the Tapping Dads. They formed in order to spend more time with their daughters. They're going for the sympathy votes, now. [Wait -- if they win, won't they be spending less time with their daughters? - Zach] Piers reinforces the need for pity by voicing his opinion that they don't have the necessary talent. Their daughters voice their opinion that their Dads rule! Jerry introduces the Dads, who are from Temecula, CA. I have no idea how big Temecula is, but I am really impressed that there are this many fathers willing to tap dance on national television from there. It must be the water. To the tune of "Putting on the Ritz," all 72 of the Tapping Dads pile onto the stage. They're in tops and tails and have canes. I keep expecting the Monster from Young Frankenstein to shuffle out and shout "Puttin' on the Ritz!" The Dads shuffle ball change. They swing their canes. They have a really large cheering section, which I suppose makes sense since they have 182 members. Piers asks if they want to be judged as dads or dancers. They ask for dancers. Piers thinks Fred Astaire would be turning in his grave. At that Sharon loses it. She tackles him and practically knocks him out of his chair. She tears up her papers and tosses them at him. She almost musses his hair, but with the amount of Aquanet holding that hair helmet together it's impossible. She announces that what they lack in talent they make up for in heart. Piers tries to butt in but she tells him to shut it. The Hoff shouts that he loves them. The judges are getting very feisty. Jerry adds to the mayhem by rushing the stage and screaming that, as dads, they're dancing as fast as they can every day. Chaos! Which is more entertaining than the doldrums we've been watching for the last two months.
Eli Mattson made a big impression during the first audition, but he also wasn't featured during the Vegas callbacks. Sharon thinks he has a very distinctive voice and hopes that he sticks to what he is good at during this round. The curtain rises on a very understated stage. Eli simply sits at his piano and sings a song I don't recognize at all. Which is not particularly surprising, now is it? The audience cheers encouragingly throughout his performance. At the end of the number, Piers has one word: sensational. Sharon is so pleased that he has no dancers, no fires, no back tracks, just plain talent. The Hoff thinks he's refreshing because he has class. Strange he didn't say that to Indiggo. The Hoff tops Piers and has two words: Top Ten. Eli reminds me of Bruce Hornsby or Richard Marx. They were popular, right? Just not really my thing.