Tom Tusler, twenty-one from Gibbstown, NJ, is a tall guy who is like Chris Penn in Footloose. He can't freestyle for shit, but because of all his linedancing experience, he can pick up choreography easily. He tells us that he can visualize it and do it easily. He's crazy tall.
The judges come back and tell everyone it's time to go. Twenty minutes have passed, the narrator tells us. PseudoTravis reminds everyone that this is their last moment to audition, and they need to take it all seriously. Here we go. I know they said the groups could pick different songs, but they're all just doing "It's Gonna Be Me" for some reason.
The first group decided to go for that barbershop quartet style of dancing. Yeah, it's just like you imagine.
The second group has decided that each person can do their own thing. People are walking around, dancing facing walls, looking like play time in a daycare center.
Another group just stands in one place, bouncing. Extreme choreography!
Another group steals their moves from Dance Dance Revolution, but it's not working.
Another group sucks so hard that PseudoTravis grabs the back of Jaymes's chair to keep himself from smacking them. Nice green daisy pants, jag.
The stripper's group sucks because everyone keeps their clothes on and sings horrifically.
Josh Henderson's group is standing on each other. One girl's wearing jeans. Another one's stuck under Josh's bad ankle.
One group trips over each other.
Another ends with a horrible big finish, complete with late dance moves.
Applause. "Next five," someone says, and suddenly a group is singing "Come On Over." Actually, one girl is singing, as the narrator tells us that one person from each group generally emerges as a leader. This girl tells us that she's used to singing solo (she opened for Busta Rhymes, the narrator tells us), but that it's cool to be in a group because you get different personalities that way. But in this case, she didn't let any other personality get in the way of her solo singing. Her name's Tenia Taylor. I think we're done with her.
Everyone applauds anyway when it's over, and we cut to a very confusing montage where people just stand and sing and don't dance at all. No dancing. None.
Shannon Yoesle, eighteen, is singing a solo during "I Believe I Can Fly." She's a Christian, and tells us that she doesn't think you should have to show your boobs or too much skin to be a popstar. So much for Shannon's chances. Oh, and her giant mouthful of metal. That might stop her from advancing to Los Angeles. She tells us that she's always thinking of God when she sings.