Six dancers are left: Sabra. Danny. Lacey. Pasha. Lauren. Neil. All names with two syllables. There are also two syllables in "hockey." Hockey is played on ice, which is slippery. Also slippery? Eels. Eels, eels…electric eels. Electricity provides light, weaponized by the Jedi in their sabers. Sabers, sabers…Sabra. Your 2007 champ, folks. It's all right there if you work it through.
Cat says tonight, voters will have to make the toughest call yet: who makes it to the finale. Back for the second time, Debbie Allen, introduced by Cat as a "living legend," is guest judge.
This week, Pasha's being paired up with Lacey, and they're dancing hip-hop and the smooth waltz. Dave Scott is choreographing the hip-hop, which involves Lacey pretending to be a mannequin while Pasha tries to get her to wake up. "A lot of people think it's not going to be that hard to play a mannequin," claims Lacey.
"In The Morning" by Junior Boys is the music. And…I really liked it. It starts with Lacey striking a pose on a pedestal while Pasha hip-hops all over the place. He's wearing glasses with the crosspiece all wrapped in tape, because that nerd stereotype hasn't been old since before Revenge of the Nerds. But I like Pasha anyway, and the added benefit of Lacey playing a mannequin is that we're spared her faux-sexy routine in at least routine. Halfway through the piece, Pasha lifts her off the pedestal and tries to bring her to life by, apparently, hitting her up doggy-style. That doesn't work, but Lacey does seem to be able to self-animate with a few chest pops. Then she kicks it into high gear -- the lesson, always worth relearning, is that nerds can bring mannequins to life if they're hip-hoppy enough.
Nigel praises the routine. "I thought it was danced very well, and I think you brought your characters to life." Mary says words that I can't even hear anymore. She likes the chest pops. She says the word "crazy" and that the "wind is still blowing in the right direction" for both of them. Debbie Allen says they're amazing, says they had great energy. "Both of you showed us tonight why you're still in this competition."
Next up: a solo routine for Sabra, "Rock Your Soul" by Elisa. It's a tinkly piano song by someone who should be sending royalty cheques to Tori Amos, and ensures we're going to see lots of pirouettes and leg extensions. But I'd rather watch Sabra dance this than just about anyone else.