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Zoanette Johnson, 20, hails from Tulsa, Oklahoma, which I did not expect. She is a “habilitation specialist,” which I’m pretty sure isn’t a thing? Between this and food services, it’s possible Idol should stop letting the contestants word their own career descriptions.
Oh hey – joke’s on me. I just looked it up and apparently habilitation specialists are caregivers for disabled people. You learn something new every day. And also I’m ripping on a chick who helps people that can’t help themselves, whereas I spend my time mocking reality TV participants. Thanks for pointing out what a horrible person I am, Idol.
I’m no doctor, but Zoanette seems really bipolar to me. She goes from wildly cheering in the audience during round 1:
to openly weeping during rehearsals with this season’s new Vocal Coach:
I guess it’s possible she drank way too much Red Bull early on and crashed in the wee hours, but it’s a pretty big turn around either way.
Unsurprisingly, Kez’s group, aptly named The Misfits, are WAY behind. It took them forever to choose a song, as Kez was adamant they sing a certain song and refused to do any other. Also, Kez’s vocal chords are shot due to the incessant screaming for other competitors during round 1. Or maybe s/he was just screaming to stop the voices in her head.
While The Misfits are with the vocal coach, Kez repeatedly hawks really loud loogies and spits up all the crap in her throat and just generally continues to be insane. Even the vocal coach is irritated; we see him mouth “OH MY GOD” with raised eyebrows and crazy eyes to the camera during one loogie expelling event. Eventually Kez abandons the group to go and eat dinner showing that she’s about as much of a team player as a Republican in Congress.
After a commercial, we see cameramen knocking on hotel room doors waking up contestants who have slept for 45 minutes or an hour and a half or not at all. Kez has a camera in her face and is clearly not a morning person.
S/he asks them to turn the camera off for just a second but apparently the 37 pages of release forms she signed to be on the show means they don’t have to because they don’t oblige. So s/he runs to the sliding door (they still have those in hotels?), sticks her rear end out, and lets out a very unladylike flatulation. I guess if you’re going to try and make it to the semifinals based on your extremely bizarre personality you may as well go for broke.
Everyone is stressed out and there are a LOT of tears. The judges drive up in Fords and head to their Coke glasses at the judges table so we know we’re ready.
Our first quartet of the day is the Swagettes, who come on stage each carrying a ginormous mom purse.