Coming back, Simon says they should do this more often, and even threatens to have the public pick more songs next week. "Well, America can't be wrong," Mario agrees, as though he's never seen an election. Tate's up once more to sing "Tomorrow Never Comes," a song Garth Brooks wrote about the wife he eventually divorced. I'm sure that doesn't stop Tate from singing it to his wife, though. It goes way better than the earlier Bon Jovi tune, I think. Britney agrees with me that that's more like it. Demi says he's got a bright future, but she got a little sleepy. "But I'm also really tired, so that's probably me." Thanks for sharing, then. Simon welcomes him back to the competition, like he's ever been below number two, and adds that he's happy to see him come this far, even though Tate is old, old, old. L.A. agrees that "thanks to America, you are back. And that was great." Khloe gives Tate the mic, and he acts humble before concluding, "Tate Nation, let's do this." Yeah, the whole "Tate Nation" thing kind of undercuts the humility.
We get to rewatch clips of everyone's performances again, collated so that we see bits of all of round one before all of round two. Which I think is a mistake, because I would have liked CeCe to have been completely over with faster. Mario opens the phone lines and flogs for votes, and Khloe lets L.A. close out the show by telling everyone to vote. Double elimination again tomorrow night, semifinals next week. The end is in sight!
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