Solo time! Mitchell goes first, to a damn John Mayer song. He's very good, it turns out! I think his dance is about feeling joy or something. Then Jordan, wearing hardly anything, waves her legs around. She's very flexible, you know. The fringe on her left breast is distracting. Tadd comes on to "Jump, Jive, and Wail" and puts together a whole bunch of fancy breaking moves in a row. Sonya, from the audience, loves him. Clarice, wearing hardly anything, waves her legs around. Her distracting piece of fluff is on her hip, which is the only thing that distinguishes her solo from Jordan's.

Nigel makes the baffling claim that there aren't enough superlatives in the English language for these kids. I mean, they're good dancers and all, but I don't think you need more than one or two superlatives each. The language has plenty to go around.

More solos! Jess has a fedora and insists on coming out to "Mr. Bojangles" by Robbie Williams. He Broadways all over the stage. He's not wearing that fedora right, although I quite liked the part where he told the audience to hush while they were counting down the countdown. Miranda does a flip and some leg-waving, and this is one of the solos that does at least feel like dancing. But I'm getting pretty sick of those leg extensions, which every girl insists on doing at least four times per solo. Robert is last, and he's got a yellow fringey shirt that I'm 90% sure is a Hulkamania shirt turned inside out. He ends with some Michael Jackson moves. Mary and Megan are conferring about something very seriously. Hey, didn't Robert say he was a fan of Pro Wrestling? That might really be a Hulkamania shirt! And the "Woo!" might be a Ric Flair reference! Or I might be reaching.