Kourtni graduated from high school when she was 16 so she could pursue her dance training. Matt came from an athletic family whose dad signed him up for dance lessons. The gigantic duo (who are 5'9" and 6'3", respectively) do a jazz routine from Mandy Moore. Mandy says the challenge with tall dancers is executing the moves properly, because it'll look really sloppy if they mess up.
They're dancing to "Tainted Love" by Soft Cell. They're in leather, and Matt's holding a crystal. Do you want that crystal, Kourtni? Do you? I'll dance you for it! They play off each other's bodies nicely, and the synchronized moves are pulled off well. And as you might expect from black-clad dancers performing this version of the song, with its early-'80s AIDS resonance, Matt is grinning from ear-to-ear.
Nigel says Matt needs a little more personality, and that it's like someone took a broomstick and shoved it where the sun don't shine. "I'd like to see in future weeks, if you're still here, for you to relax a little bit," he tells him. As for Kourtni Nigel and Cat talk about Blonde Women Whom Kourtni Looks Like. Thanks for the dance advice! Mary thought they did a great job. Then she starts yelling. She said the only time they seemed heavy was when Matt seemed to struggle with a lift. Cat pokes the sleeping bear by asking if the dance was good enough for the hot tamale train, but Mary demurs, saying it was not quite there. Dan says the concept and choreography and everything was great, but it was a so-so performance. "You gotta attack it," he says. On the other hand, points out Cat, she feels normal-sized next to Matt.
Next up are Chelsea T. and Thayne. Chelsea's parents are from Jamaica, and she knows they're going to be psyched for her. She seems really sweet. Thayne says when he was younger he got made fun of for dancing, so he quit, because his self-esteem wasn't strong enough, but started up again six years ago.
They're dancing the cha-cha, choreographed by Tony Meredith and Melanie. Chelsea and Thayne are both contemporary dancers and, judging from the sweat in their first rehearsal, are working their asses off.