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Group Round Takes Its Toll On The Ladies
Hey there, Gasmii! Did everyone have a happy made-up-holiday-to-convince-people-to-buy-cards-chocolate-and-jewelry? I so love that it’s named for a saint to make it seem less…profit-motivated.
I spent my Valentine’s Day being serenaded by the ladies of American Idol Season 12, who have descended upon Hollywood in an attempt to earn a spot to the semifinals. While it makes me feel very socially responsible to eschew the giant advertiser trap that is V-Day, I find it totally ironic that I’ve done so in order to watch product placement-heavy American Idol. I suddenly wish I had a Ford vehicle to run out to the store and grab a Coke.
The opening credits remind me of a city-sized laser light show focused solely on recreating jazzy school photo backgrounds from the late 1980s. Random geometric objects and former contestants assault my eyes, flying in and out of view. Twelve seasons and so much money to work with and this is the best your guys could come up with?
This year’s crop of female vocalists is extremely talented, with 173 golden tickets having been given out to ladies during auditions. To rise to the top of this estrogen-laden group of dreamchasers, the contestants tonight must make it through two rounds. In the first round, the girls take the stage in groups of ten’ish, with each having the chance to sing one more song for the judges. If they make it through that line up it’s on to the dreaded Group Round, where four-girl teams have less than 24 hours to pick a song, find harmonies, and choreograph a routine. Let the games begin!
First up in Round 1 is a group including three girls we met during auditions. Mariah Pulice is a 19-year-old restaurant hostess who credits music with aiding her tough recovery from anorexia. Interesting career choice. Kind of like a recovering alcoholic bartender.
Angela Miller, 18, also appears to be in the restaurant biz, although the “food services” label makes it sound like she provides services for different high-maintenance foods instead of actually serving food herself.
Finally we have Victoria Acosta, 20, who does a decent enough job with “Killing Me Softly” that I don’t find myself wishing for someone to kill me softly, so there’s that. Victoria may not even need Idol, as she’s already a mariachi singer back in San Antonio.
We don’t get to see all the girls sing, but when they’re finished the judges (sans Randy who is apparently off in the recording studio) deliberate and ask certain girls to step forward, including Angela and Victoria. Mariah remains in the back row. The moment of truth finally comes when the ladies are told that the front row is moving forward, while the journey for the back row has sadly come to an abrupt end. Mariah is pretty much inconsolable.