But okay my fear is this. That Johnny will work the room, like always, and the questionable racial thing about this show will come into play, and Nick will shit himself in front of them like always, and they will forget the dream collaborator that Nick is and just look at what's in front of them: The smart hot white kid that keeps his cool, and the deranged ethnic punk-ass kid with his entitlement and hatred of everybody.
Of course, if Johnny sails through -- or wins -- this round, then none of this will matter, but it means losing one of the other ones, and what's the point in that? Ideally they would both get kicked off, but I really feel like it's entirely contingent on Jewel and Kara and Keith to work this one out mentally. Johnny is always going to be Johnny and nobody is more predictable than Nick, so you can rule them out effectively for changing the situation. That just leaves the judges -- who are admittedly perspicacious, falling on the reality TV spectrum somewhere around Project Runway -- and their ability to overlook Nick's awful personality and see the double worm in this particular apple.
Nick & Johnny: (It's gotten boring. It's just gross and ugly and boring.)
The thing about art and artists is this: Your whole job is to guard the door and open it when it's time. Let things out, true things. And in practice what this means is that you're closer to the door than other people and if you don't watch yourself, it can open up on its own and you get confused about what's inside you and what's outside in the world.
I don't buy in, for example, to the neurotic-writer thing or the alcoholic-writer thing. (I come by those things honestly, through my own diligent brokenness.) But the stereotype of the artist is true, for this reason: Not that you have to be crazy to be inspired -- that's bullshit -- but that being an artist means always feeling like the table at a séance. You're working with radioactive personal numinous shit most of the working day, and having a real life means vigilance about whether or not the radioactive shit comes home with you.
And for a lot of people that means identifying with the crazy, or using the crazy as a crutch or an excuse, or thinking that the crazy and the art are mixed up together, when in fact that's getting the cause and effect backwards: You're not an artist because you're crazy, you're potentially crazy because you're an artist. Like any other hazardous working environment.