Brooke welcomes us back from a seat she's taken inside the Nut Gallery, where the remaining Supernovices are all scrunched together around her like there are fifteen of them again. Storm stands upstage facing the drum kit while Brooke gives an introduction reminding us that Tommy called Storm's performance last week "sautÃ©ed in wrong sauce." Tommy cringes guiltily, and Storm just keeps her head down, smiling to herself. And then the House Band kicks into "Cryin'." Storm takes her sweet time ambling up to the mic stand during the intro. Then the singing starts, and she's doing great, building slowly and staying on key and keeping the goofy stage antics to a minimum. Her gigantic alto carries her through, and if she's nervous during the performance, you really can't tell. Yeah, she pulled that off.
Dave tells Storm that that's a very tough song to sing. "Especially wearing your corset," Storm points out with a theatrically pained expression. "Yeah, I need that back," Dave deadpans right back at her. He adds that knowing she can do something like that is why he hated what she did last week. "This was a thousand times better," he says. Tommy also thought it was cool. "I just wish you had less clothes on," he leers. Storm actually looks briefly frustrated at that, but quickly rallies. She does even better when Dave offers to help Tommy by demanding his corset back right now. "Come over here and take it, bitch," Storm responds, cracking my shit up. Gilby tells Storm that she handles challenges well, and that he always knows she's going to do a good job, but at this point he's looking for "memorable performances." In other words, step it up. Like just getting through that mess isn't an achievement on its own. Jason tells her she did a good job too. The end Storm roars to the crowd, "Give it up for Brooke Buuurke!" That's just way too much energy for anything involving Brooke. Brooke also tells Storm she did good, and Storm chirps, "Thanks, lady." I approve of calling people "lady" for no reason. Brooke gives Storm's numbers, and tells us that the fully dressed (for now) Toby and Dilana are up next.
Back from the break, Dilana is indeed onstage. After her introduction from Brooke, she instructs the crowd, "Everybody breathe," and the House Band starts into "Every Breath You Take" while Dilana Lamaze-coaches the audience through the intro. Dilana's voice sounds unexpectedly pretty on this -- soft, smooth, and without the usual gravel in her throat. But then I'm completely distracted by trying to figure out what the fuck is going on with her eyes. You've heard of false eyelashes? These are bald-faced lie-lashes. They're hot pink and they curl up and out, almost past the sides of her head. Like she's got flamingo feathers glued to her eyelids, if not entire flamingos. I try to remember that she's also singing. She stays strong through the bridge, even on that long and high "pleeeeease." And then, when the Police sort of hum "da nah nah, da nah nah" on the record, Dilana just can't resist the temptation to keep humming "Dilana." Oh, that's dumb. An eyebrow sardonically peeks over Lukas's sunglasses. Dilana gets through the whole song without waggling her tongue once. Wait, there it is. Hi, Dilana's tongue!