L.A. loves her voice, but didn't feel like Carly was having much fun. Demi says that Carly's voice can be a blessing and a curse, the curse being that what she just saw wasn't really believable. She doesn't think it's Carly's time yet, but is certain she'll have a future in the industry. Which is normally the kind of thing you say to someone at the end of a results show, not right after a performance. Simon disagrees, and read the performance as Carly not being comfortable with the song, and that she could have done better with a different one. "But it would be criminal if you were to leave the competition tomorrow." Britney says her vocals were amazing and she did a great job. She can't even come up with something interesting to say to her own people tonight?
Simon's category gets to close out the night. "Be very worried, guys, because here comes Emblem3." We're reintroduced to the three brothers, including their individual names, which I'm still not learning any sooner than I absolutely have to. Of course they've been spending a lot of time at the contestants' mansion in and out of the pool and other shirt-free activities, but Simon reminds them in their mentoring session that they need to remember to rehearse, too.
They do their thing with some faux-reggae One Direction thing, and of course Simon proudly gives them a standing ovation. Probably largely because they remembered the words this time. L.A. has to admit, "Even a broken clock is right twice a day... I think we are witnessing America's next pop sensation." Britney says they're amazing and adorable. Demi blushes that they make her swoon, and can't look them in the eye when they sing to her. Simon compliments them over the noise of the screams and cheers in the house about their commitment and hard work in recent weeks, and tells everyone watching to remember this night. In other words, I think they'll probably be safe tomorrow.
As the rest of the Top 16 crowd out onto the stage, Khloe and Mario flog tomorrow night's results show, when eight acts will be safe, eight will sing to stay in, and four will go home. My God, that's going to be interminable. And I'm saying this at fifteen minutes after the hour.
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