Hey, I got two out of three. We wound up with Paige Miles, Tim Urban and Katie Stevens in the Bottom Three. And Paige Miles, as expected, was sent home. What wasn't expected was for Simon to tell her there was absolutely no chance in hell they'd give her the coveted judges save no matter what she was going to sing... before she knocked it out of the theater. Belted one helluva number. But maybe with the pressure off...
All they're really good for is the massive wail. You know, the "foghorn pop" show of runs and trills. The low, quiet parts were oh so weak, and as Randy would say, pitchy, dawg.
Li'l RyRy: "You saw him, and put him through."
JoeBronas: "I know. Hey, TIm." [Waves over to the shame stools] "How's it goin', Tim?"
TUrban: [Tim kinda throws his hands up.]
JoeBronas: "I guess it's not goin' really well right now." [Looks over at Lovato.] "Pretty uncomfortable." [Looks back at the shame stools.] "I'll cross my fingers for ya."
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At that point Stevens had been sent back to SafeCouch and it was just Miles and Urban, so essentially, Jonas' finger crossing screwed Miles out of success. Kidding. Or am I? Yes, I am. Really? Absolutely. Kinda. Really, I just blame him for the fact that I ran out of Diet Coke while writing this. Really? No. Well, kinda.