"What!?" yelps Magni, the only one still sitting. The other Supernovices mob him affectionately, until he stands up in a show of solidarity. But not for too long. He sits back down, laughing his bald ass off. "Did you say everyone with hair stand up?" Dave cracks. I guess he's not counting Magni's flavor-saver. And now we know why Magni is seated front and center in the Nut Gallery. Dave says that he's surprised: "After last night's performances, nobody should be standing up." That seems to be the only outcome that would please this crowd, judging by their reactions. Tommy makes some remark about the celebration going on in Iceland right now, even though it's about zero o'clock there. And after the break, we'll find out who's in the actual bottom three. Or at least one or two of them.
When we come back, Brooke has made use of her time to do a little research find out that this is the first time we've ever known who's gotten the most votes. "And that is you, Magni," she says. "You are winning the competition at this point." For about five minutes. I'm not enough of a mathematician to be sure if that actually holds up, but I'm also not enough of a mathematician to question it, so I'll leave it alone. Brooke explains how the bottom three works, and opens the envelope to read the first name. Which, to my total lack of surprise, is Ryan. And at that moment, Ryan knows he's done after this. You can tell by the resigned expression he wears heading over to Brooke, and the hug he gives her like he's never going to see her again. Jason asks Ryan what he's going to sing. "I'm gonna just blow your minds right now," Ryan murmurs, before going into a whole "ironic" speech, the upshot of which is that he's going to be singing "Baba O'Riley" by The Who. Great. Can't go wrong doing something that landed someone else in the bottom three for the last time. Or can you?
Ryan runs upstage and plants the microphone stand, which is Paul's cue to start noodling out the signature keyboard part. And because it's Ryan, who can never begin a damn song at the beginning like a normal person, he opens with the Townshend interlude from the middle. It's slow and pitchy, and before he sings the line "It's only teenage wasteland," he reaches down to take a bottle of champagne from Toby in the audience. He pops the cork while singing the line, and sprays it all over the damn place before handing it back to Toby, who scampers with it back toward the Nut Gallery. Way to make this performance seem even more valedictory, Ryan. In the meantime, the House Band has fired up that big three-chord riff and Ryan has begun singing the verse with a great deal more volume than skill. He leaves out the high notes and sort of flattens out the melody while the other Supernovices pass the champagne bottle around in the Nut Gallery, toasting Ryan's impending demise. Ryan tries to ditch his jacket at the same time he's doing another microphone twirl, which goes about as well as you'd expect. Then when the Townshend part comes around again and it's just the keyboards for a few bars, Ryan goes upstage and climbs up on top of the seven-foot amplifier stacks. Carefully and gingerly, of course, so as not to hurt himself. Gilby's expression is just priceless here. Oh, here we go again, with Ryan climbing something and jumping off of it again. Just weary, irritated boredom. He clearly doesn't even want to watch, but he bites his lip and forces himself. Ryan sings the bridge from on high, and we see that he's somehow run his microphone cable so that poor Sasha has to duck around and under it. As the song kicks in again, he jumps down -- getting as little air as possible from a seven-foot height -- and dashes back to the end of the runway while releasing his idea of a Daltrey scream. He screws up the lyrics on the last line of the last line of the last verse, then exhorts the crowd to jump before he goes into the last chorus of "teenage wasteland." Jump? But what are they going to jump off of, Ryan? He finishes up with some more uncontrolled screaming, banging on one of Nate's cymbals with his fist and taking one more leap of the drum riser. Well, I can't say he's not committed. And after that, he should be. Ryan goes back to stage left to let his sugar high wear off. And probably to be fitted for a helmet.