Some of these bad singers literally make me writhe in pain. I am so glad to be finished with the audition phase. In between the few really good singers, I have my fingers in my ears, screaming, "stop, please stop!!"
I did like tall, beautiful skater girl, and the big girl with big voice who sang "Think", and the very last guy, the small, happy version of Rubin, according to Simon.
I am psyched for Hollywood and the uncovering of the phonies that will no doubt ensue. Does anyone know how much time passes between the auditions and when everyone goes to Hollywood?
Love & kisses,
Mrs. Cynicletary
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