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Go Grandma! Although why you’d want his nasty face in your cleavage is beyond me. She’s so thrilled to be there watching her granddaughter dance.
This is our first heavily acrobatic audition of this season, and my non-love for acro in routines hasn’t changed since the last time I went off on a tangent about it. Yeah, she’s good. She’d be just as good without the acro in there.
Nigel would like to see her go through to the choreography round, but Mary and Debbie vote her straight through to Vegas. Grandma tells him he should change his vote so he doesn’t end up looking like a moron. He already accomplished that when he made some crack about Grandma thinking she was squeezing his hand. He really is too disgusting.
We get another montage o’dancers before moving on to Asher Walker. He lives in Franklin County, VA and tells us there is about zero hip hop community there. He’s learned everything he knows from You Tube and by practicing in his garage on cardboard.
I actually like this kid a lot more than I thought I would. I have to admit, the cardigan threw me off a little!
Debbie adores him. She thinks he’s fresh and that he’s taken the language of hip hop and translated it into another form. She points out his hip hop coupe! Mary says she loves that he’s not afraid to take a pause; he captures all the moments he can. Nigel agrees with the ladies and tells Asher his entertainment factor is fabulous. Also his musicality is fabulous. And he looks forward to seeing him in Vegas. Wow. I’m not sure that he’ll be able to hang.
It’s time for another montage. I have to admit, I don’t mind the montages when they’re full of good dancers! It just makes me want to see more.
And more I’m gonna get. We’re moving on to George Lawrence II, a contemporary dancer who used to be a track star. He talks about how his dad wanted a sports son, and he tried to give that to him, playing a crapload of sports. His dad was really upset when he quit track and George says he wishes his dad was as supportive of his dancing.
I wish he was too because this kid is fucking fabulous. He also seems so sweet. Quiet and self-possessed. It’s hard to believe the kid is only eighteen.
As he’s dancing Debbie says to Mary that this child is fierce. He really is.
Nigel thinks it was very powerful and hopes that his dad is very, very proud of him. He certainly would be proud of him if he was his son. Mary thinks his was the best audition they’ve seen so far. Debbie says that he was born to dance. She is so happy to be here, to be a part of his journey. He is going to Vegas!!
Cat tells us that over the next two hours even more seats to Vegas were filled. We get to see a couple of them and they are pretty fucking good. I hope we get more of them in Vegas than just the glimpses we’ve been shown so far.
But what would an audition show be without some crappy filler? Luckily we don’t spend too much time on the crap and instead get a montage instead. We also get a montage of people being tongue tied. Including some Britney chick who clenches her jaw when she talks.
She’s from a small town known for its chickens. Yep. Chickens. That are apparently protected by law or something. Oy.
She’s good, but I don’t know that she’ll stand out once we get to Vegas.
Mary thinks she’s good, not great. Room to grow. Debbie agrees, so does Pervapottamus. They pass her through to choreography.