Back from the ads, Steve flogs tomorrow's show which will feature two eliminations, the "Pepsi Choice Performance," a phrase which easily tops the list of all the embarrassing things I've had to type for this site in the last three-quarters of a decade, and performances by Bruno Mars and Kelly Clarkson. Kelly Clarkson? They let her do this? I thought that other show would own her in perpetuity.
Up next is Drew, who's grateful to her best friend Shelby, who taught her not to care what other people think. Her parents say that Drew has her problems; she's not a dancer or athletic. "She did do basketball one year and they were grateful she didn't come back." Drew and Shelby appear to be dorks-in-arms, which is actually pretty awesome. We see Drew breaking the news to Shelby that she's singing "Skyscraper" for her because it's their song. Kind of a new "our song" for girls who've been best friends since second grade, but whatever. Kids are fickle.
Drew does her usual Drew thing, perched on the set of the opening scene in Macbeth, but I'm glad to say she actually projects for the majority of the song. She falters on in big high note, but then the drums kick in and we're so shocked that drums were allowed anywhere near Drew that we soon forget all about it.
L.A. has a comment for Simon, saying the song wasn't age-appropriate. Which is ridiculous, given that Demi Lovato's under twenty and has only been to rehab once as far as I know. Simon sits stone-faced, leaving Drew to step up and give an impassioned defense of how she feels strongly about the song regardless of her age, and how important it is to have a friend like Shelby (who is clearly overcome in the audience). Drew even forces L.A. to back down a bit, which is a lot more impressive than another slow, creepy, minor-key pop song would have been. Nicole says she's not frustrated. Paula points out for L.A. that "Skyscraper" is sung by a young artist, by the way, and -- wait for it -- she felt the connection. Simon perfunctorily tells Drew he's proud of her before turning to L.A. and saying, "I am sick to death of your pointless, stupid criticism." #ohsnap! The two of them descend into bickering, talking over each other until Steve wades in and dads, "This has to stop right now please." Into the awkward silence, he eye-rolls, "Thanksgiving!" Oh, it turns out he gets this holiday pretty well for a British dude after all.