Ashley Simpson, 18, of Tempe, AZ, apparently meets a lot of stupid people who can't fathom more than one person having such a unique name. She's good, I suppose. What do I know? Shane loved it. Mary says she was fantastic. Nigel calls her very good and sends her on to choreography, but Mary wants to put her straight through to Vegas. Shane agrees, and Nigel gives in (maybe it was Ashley's hopping up and down that convinced him)?
We get a montage of people we may or may not being watching later in further detail. Perhaps most notable is the group that recreates the stair dancing from the parade scene in Ferris Bueller's Day Off, which is a movie that came out three years before most of Nigel's favorite contestants were born.
Kippery Rigsby does what she calls "skreet" hip-hop, and the producer off-camera is all, "Did you say 'street'?" and she's all, "Yeah, skreet." She's terrible, but we already know that from the promos they've been showing us. Nigel discerns that the dance training she says she's received was a con, because she shouldn't have to pay $1,400 to dance for agents. Then he says "keeping it real," and we spend on awful lot of time on her given how terrible she is, and how miserable she looks. She also admits she's never seen the show, possibly because she can't afford a television with all the money she's spent on con-job "dance workshops."
Matthew Krabbe, 22, of Seneca, SC, calls himself a new-age cowboy, with his rhinestone-and-suede suit. Shane calls him a "little freak" during the routine, which is just a lot of high-energy sort of line-dancing, with some twirling thrown in. The judges all seem to find it entertaining. Really? Did they edit out the entertaining part? Despite how "entertaining" they found it, he's not moving on, and he complains about how "they only saw the cowboy" and not everything he could do, or some such. Dude, you dressed yourself.