One more singer to go, and L.A. talks up the rock credentials of the Janis Joplin song that Marcus Canty is singing. In the intro reel, L.A. talks about how great it is to work with a "PK" or preacher's kid like Marcus. The pastor is actually his aunt, and he Skypes with the Sunday School class. He's a little worried about all the half-dressed dancers L.A. is going to have onstage with him, and how that fits with his nice-boy, role-model image.
Well, it looks like he's going straight to hell. Seriously, L.A. has the stage all lit with flames, and when the dancers come out and form a line, Marcus lies on the floor and slides on his back between their legs. Sure, this is the week his aunt and his mom come to see the show. Marcus gets off the stage a bit during the sing to work the crowd and the camera, and maybe partly to get away from those dancers before he's both completely damned and thoroughly clap-ridden. He winds up back in the middle of them at the end of the song anyway, though.
Nicole loved it, and says he rocked his church out. Paula calls him the entertainer of the competition. Simon cracks, "Your mentor, the Devil, just put you in Hell." He didn't think it was a good song for Marcus, to L.A.'s complete disgust. Well, if Marcus has done something Simon thought was a good match, then Simon would have bitched about it not being a rock song. Screwed either way.
After the quick run-through of clips from the night's ten performances, Steve opens the phone lines, gets some insipid final comments from the judges, and promises a performance from Rihanna tomorrow night along with the results that will send Lakoda Rayne back to their respective homes. Or am I getting ahead of myself?
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