Lian tells us that they just finished dancing and now they're going to do learn the song they're dancing to. It's called "He Said/ She Said." Because they couldn't find anything more clichéd. The kids have about half an hour to learn the lyrics, and they all walk around singing to each other. Sharra Dade gets all up in the camera's face, pouting and singing. That girl's so cut. I love how Monika's got her hand cupped over her ear, like she's somehow got a monitor. Jackie sings like he's sitting on a toilet on fire. Jillion and Vanessa hug each other when they finish singing.

The kids file into the Singing Room as the narrator reminds us that this is their last chance to make an impression until their last chance tomorrow, the next day, and the coming weeks. They're going up two at a time to sing.

First is Moi and Tenia. We don't hear Tenia. Moi's voice is warbly.

Miredys Peguero is still a stranger to us. So is Corey Clark. The two strangers sing, and I refuse to recap them since we'll never know anything about them anyway.

Jayzeel and Shannon sing. They're fine.

Greg and Laurie are together. I like Laurie's singing voice. She tells us that she didn't feel all that confident when she was dancing. How come her voice isn't so annoying anymore? She says she thinks she did better on the singing. Crapcock asks Greg and Laurie to sing "less Broadway" and more street. Doesn't that sound like "Don't sing so good; moan like Britney"? They do it again, and I'm sure it's just as Broadway. Greg can't help it, y'all. Crapcock doesn't say a word.

Jillion and Donavan are grooving to their own beats. Jillion just points in the air like she's Christina, but we don't hear her sing.

StripperKatie's strong point is definitely not singing. Josh falls to the ground and screams, "Aah!"

Sharra Dade is so out of here. Tom Tusler, too. It's not fair that they're paring up the people who don't have a chance so that they have even less of a chance. They can't even fade into the background of someone great. When Sharra and Tom stop singing horribly, Jaymes tells them that she's not believing what they're singing. I can't believe it either, Jaymes, but you flew them to L.A. "Your vocal performance has to match the intensity of the lyric of the song," she says. The narrator reminds us that Tom's just a big ol' jock who can pick up dance steps easily. They sing it again, and Sharra focuses all of her intensity into pointing one finger and singing with a lisp. Tom's intensity is focused in his determined squint and one extended thumb. Again, Crapcock doesn't say anything.