Good grief. This group sucked. "What the hell is up tonight?!" I have scribbled in my notes next to the seventh singer, Camile, who was okay by the evening's rather pathetic standards, but still too pitchy.
I don't think I even want to dwell on the details. Marisa and Lisa were the best of a bad lot, but neither would have stood a chance in last week's group. Camile probably came in third. And Briana... I'd had hopes for Briana; she was one of two performers I'd been rooting for in the prelims, the other being Scooter Girl. The difference was that I knew Scooter Girl wasn't going to make it very far, while Briana actually seemed to have a chance. Her performance was okay, for what it was, but... a Norah Jones song? What was she thinking?!
The results show's on as I type this (I usually have class on Wednesday nights, but due to Presidents' Day, today is officially "Monday" at school), so I'm gonna put off publishing this till I see what happens...
...Camile and Matthew? He so got the sympathy vote. (Not that, under the circumstances, I can object to that. Had I finished watching this in time, I might've tried doing the same for Bri.)
Ah, whatever. It's not as if any of them really deserved to advance. The two who did make it ought to thank their lucky stars and work on their acts over the next few weeks.
Posted by Shmuel at February 18, 2004 9:01 PM