Next, a trio of dancers from the Alvin Ailey American Dance Theater take the stage to perform some seriously impressive contempo-jazz. It has no bearing on the competition, and if I weren't recapping, I likely would have FF'd, but I'm glad I didn't. It was very minimalist, but watching professional dancers move around like these three can is always worth a look.

Once we're back, it's solo time. Ellenore dances to a song called "Eleanor" by Alexa Woodward, which shows either chutzpah ("that's right, bitches, it's ME!") or self-loathing (her name's spelled wrong). Anyway, she does a decent job combining her trademark weirdness with some contemporary movement designed to impress.

Ryan's dressed like a soldier returning home from V-E day and dancing to Big Bad Voodoo Daddy. It still amazes me how he's able to move that giant frame around the way he does. The solo starts off super impressive but does devolve into a series of kicks for no reason, capped off by a leaping somersault that he doesn't land very well.

Pauline gets kind of aggro-sexy on her solo, which delights Cat. After the break, Peter attempts to tap his way into our hearts. He's really good, and I think it might make Nigel cry to eliminate all three tappers within the first three weeks, but I can't see Ryan or Kevin going home tonight. Also, Nigel should have thought of the tap-pocalypse when he was eliminating Bianca.