That thud you heard was my expectations deflating. (Alas, it was not the sound of Brenna's punctured ego, which continues impenetrable.) A good title for this story would be "Failed Promise." The usual suspects sounded good, but not as good as last week, with the exception of Ayla. Which, apparently, was a big mistake on her part—how America hates a success story! (Man, what does Simon have against her?!) The boring girls continued to be boring. Brenna continues to be . . . Brenna. I think she may be a Brittenum twin.
Kellie, despite the judges' fawning, sounded very average to me. She's Bizarro Ayla, meaning: Simon frequently makes up his mind about someone and then won't leave his script, no matter what the person actually does on stage. This year, he clearly dislikes Ayla, and he clearly adores Kellie, and no amount of good singing from one and mediocre singing from the other is going to sway him. Whatever.
I thought my girl Melissa did pretty well—she should outlast Heather Yawn, Kinnik Yawn, and Brenna Spontaneous Hurl, anyway.
Will the boys bring it tonight? I'm looking for Will to step up, Kevin and David to rock out, and Ace to father my children. Ha, kidding.
Lady Chardonnay OUT.
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