Dave's irritation is palpable: "I'm just not seeing anything different, and frankly, I'm getting a little bored." He tells Patrice that she needs to start changing it up, "or you are wasting this opportunity." Patrice turns it around, asking Dave if he does different things onstage. Dave: "The difference is that I have a job and I'm not auditioning?" Snap. In the Nut Gallery, Magni flinches at that. Gilby adds that they're looking for the unexpected and unpredictable: "Do something. This is your warning." Ooh, big talk, considering they can't touch her until she's in the bottom three, which won't happen until...oh, I'd say tomorrow at the earliest.
Brooke tells us about Toby's "low-key" performance last week, which he's regretted ever since. Tonight he's doing "White Wedding" by Billy Idol. During song selection, Jill remarked that she should probably stay away from the wedding theme after her Violet debacle, but offered to loan her outfit to whomever ended up with this. Sad to say, Toby didn't take her up on it. It's also sad to say that Toby's lower range has a limit, and he hits it repeatedly on the first verse and chorus. Wisely, he goes up an octave after that. He's bopping all over the stage, singing down to the chicks in the front row, one of whom gives him the devil horns and a spectacular view down her esophagus. Yikes. He's practically tripping over her uvula. Toby keeps working it, though, perhaps overcompensating a little from last week. He ends on one big "Start agaaaain" which goes on even after the band stops, which is a showboat move that totally works for him. Jason's out of his chair.