Roger Love is on the piano, hitting a "Nay-nay-nay-NAY-NAY-NAY-NAY-nay-nay-nay!" that makes my cat leap from the ottoman and attack my Diet Coke. He's telling Camille to make her voice like "the Wicked Witch!" Camille starts her "nay"s, but Roger quickly stands up and puts his hand on her neck. From the angle, it totally looks like Roger hates the sound of Camille's voice so much he has no other choice but to strangle her immediately, ridding the world of so much suffering. Cut to Roger's hand on Camille's larynx. He pushes in, and she starts choking and laughing. The other girls laugh, too, because they know Camille just got the boot and there's only five other girls to go, now. Roger changes the "nay" to a "guh," and Camille does the vocal warm-up without giggles. You go, girl.
Go, go Gadget Split Screen! Camille stands at Roger's piano, killing me softly with "How Do I Live" while on the right hand side she's lying down, talking to the camera. "The whole process is really intimidating," she says. "Everywhere you go. There are the three chairs lined up, and, you know, everybody around you is judging you on something and it just...it's kind of like, nerve-wracking." Because she's nervous, and might need to hide her head at any moment, Camille has decided to wear a purple sleeveless shirt with a giant cowl-neck. It's truly uh-gly.
Oh, man. I should learn to quit while I'm ahead. Baby Norman is back. This time, instead of the "Rock Star" shirt we've seen seven times, she's wearing a t-shirt with the sparkled word "Sexy" on it. Roger pushes on Baby's stomach and tells her that he needs to see her breathe, and that her singing sounds all nervous.
Ivette sings and Roger, off-camera, barks, "Don't get louder! Don't get louder!" Ivette stops singing completely.
I think this girl is Katie Morris? I don't know. In any event, her voice is wavering all over the place and scratchy, so Roger comes over and jiggles her stomach, making her voice come out even more wavering and scratchy. Like magic!