Let's see here. Some guys dance poorly, weirdly, and weirdly poorly. For some reason, it's scored to "You're the Best Around." Last dancer! Ryan Ramirez is, despite her name, a girl. She claims to have been a shy kid, but she's clearly one of those smiling, blonde dancers we get so much of on this show. She and her mother lost their house and she almost had to stop taking lessons. Then MIA MICHAELS, LIKE AN ANGEL OF HOPE found her and hired her as an assistant. Remember the Kherington/Twitch (fine, "Twitchington," just this once) bed dance from season four? Ryan was the assistant who helped teach the dance. So Ryan views Mia as her dance savior. Her dance, logically enough, is one of those contemporary numbers with a lot of dramatic poses and swift, jerky movements. I don't know. Adam tells her she's a great dancer but didn't really connect with the audience. Hi Hat praises her technical ability but warns her about her connection. Nigel says that the best dancers don't win; the best performers do. You know who he's talking about. Ryan goes to choreography, which I'm sure she'll do fine at.

Bad Romance blares out. Melinda the tapper goes through to Las Vegas, as does Ryan. And some people with whose names I am not familiar. We learn that Cat wears a coat at this phase of the festivities in case she needs protection from the sweat covering all the people who want to hug her.

We are now in Chicago, which a number of people would like us to believe is an exceedingly tough city. They will all be bringing it and not backing down. There's this one unbelievably cool shot of people dancing on the waterfront and there's a guy doing a backflip in the foreground while people spin and do handstands in the background. It only lasts about two seconds, but I freezeframed on it because it looks so neat. It's at 1:06 if you want to check it out on your Tivo.

The same thing happens as usual with the line, and the third chair this time out will be occupied by Stacey Tookey. I like that they're bringing in people who haven't been the standard judges. No offense, Li'l C, but it's time for new blood.