The next group only has one person we've ever seen before: Brian Bradley, the "Stop Looking at My Moms" kid, who's stuck with unknowns Tinuke Oyefule, Jennifay Joy Nichols, Lauren Ashley and Tatiana "Reina" Williams. Obviously he's happy they've been given a Jay-Z song, "Wishing on a Star," and we see him rapping for the vocal coach, while the ladies beatbox. The coach tells him to stay invested in the song even when he's not performing, which is good advice, although I'm not entirely surprised the kid needs it. Other people in the group are not rappers, and it shows. Also, there's a D-bag trio in this group Steve didn't even bother to mention. But Reina seems to be stepping up to the rapping. And indeed, when they perform and it starts to look like it's Brian's number; Reina totally upstages him by both singing and rapping in her dude-voice while he forgets words. Lauren Ashley, whoever she is, seems unable to stay on one note for the second chorus, and then Jennifay Joy Nichols treats the judges to the spectacle of a girl in a sundress and cowboy boots attempting to rap. Actually, that's probably the best outfit she could have worn for this; it's like shouting "I DON'T RAP" without actually having to say it. Once they're done, the judges don't seem entirely impressed, but they all agree that Brian's not ready for the big time yet.
Next group: Burrito guy Josh Krajcik, yelly wedding DJ Tiger Budbill, boy-band wannabe Nick Dean, an R&B group called Kompl3te (they must be st0ppt), some kid named Andrew Muccitelli, and James Kenney and Thomas McAbee, whoever they are. This singing sausage party will be doing "Superman" by Five for Fighting. They work with the choreographer and the vocal coach, and we're reminded of how Josh blew the judges away while Tiger got a no from L.A. at his first audition, where it seemed like Simon said yes to him just to piss L.A. off. Montage of all of them talking about how determined they are, and we join the song in progress. Nick Dean demonstrates that at as a singer, he's not bad looking. James Kenney turns out to have a decent, throaty white-boy voice. Tiger sings a bit, only doing well on the loud part, and then Josh unsurprisingly steals the whole thing with the last chorus, which ends on everyone singing the last note in harmony. The judges seem to have formed more positive opinions on Tiger, at least.