David Correy sits on the dock back home in Riva, Maryland, with his parents. He doesn't talk to them as much about how he's in this to find his birth mother as he has to us this whole time. L.A. gives him some coaching and tells him at his rehearsal that he just did a seven but needs a ten.
For his live performance, David comes out and croons "My Love Is Your Love" by Whitney Houston, a bit loosey-goosey vocally, but with his usual passion and energy. There doesn't seem to be anyone that wants this more than he does, I'll give him that. After he's done, he tells his mom and dad the he loves them. Britney liked it, and Demi says he won over her initial doubts by getting the crowd going. Simon calls his performance manic verging on desperate, which I don't entirely disagree with. And Simon adds to L.A. that his song choice doesn't seem to have created an "artistic direction." Dude, it's the first show. You need at least two data points to have a direction.
Simon introduces Sister C, and he seems to have figured out the solution to their likability problem: he tells us we have to like them. Okay, so that's fixed. Unfortunately, we then learn that their names are Cirbi, Carli, and Celbi, so what can we possibly do with that information but hate them afresh? We see them working in the stables at home in Mont Belvieu, TX, where apparently nobody else knows how to spell either. Simon tells them to open up so people will like them more, and they point out that they're don't really have a sob story to make them sympathetic. Well, at least they know it, which counts for something.
They sing a repeat of their initial audition song, "Hell on Heels," which they mostly are, because they get through almost the whole performance with their feet planted way upstage. They sound decent, though. Simon of course claps like they're the best thing he's ever seen. L.A. gives them a backhanded compliment, and Britney says they were "interesting" and "stunning," so she clearly wasn't paying attention anyway. Demi likes their sound, but correctly says they seemed pretty stiff. "They are singers, not dancers," Simon points out, as if he hasn't backed plenty of crappy singers, and tells Sister C it was a fantastic performance. When the hosts comes out, Khloe speaks up in defense of the idea of three sisters. Are there really only three Kardashian sisters? How are they everywhere, then?