After more tears from Jillian and more attempts at making her eyeballs leak from CeCe, Demi finally announces that Jillian will be going home. And Jillian literally breaks down like I did when Izzy is lying in the hospital bed next to Denny’s body. Goddamn. And that shit is contagious too. Demi starts tearing, while Jennel and Jillian sob in one another’s arms.
So CeCe is through, and while that isn’t really a surprise, it’s just like, WHY?!!! She’s the worst! Has there been anyone more deserving of hatred that would otherwise be unfair than she? All she wants to do is sing and be an asshole, but I hate her more than I hate the network exec who canceled Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman. And I HATE that motherfucker. When I see him, he’s dead. Madd dead, yo.
And finally, we’re back at Simon’s home in Miami, where he will be narrowing the Groups category from 6 to 4. First we catch up with Lyric145, the rap group made up of Lyric Da Queen and 145 (they went simple with the name, I see). Simon tells them that he likes that the group had humor in their performance and that they are natural performers. Simon tells them they’re through. Yay! But, then holy fuck! In a scary moment for the show, Simon seems to be having a stroke!!! Quick, call the ambulamps!
Unless, that’s a… smile?
Next up is Dope Crisis, who face Simon after he’s recovered from the suicide smile attempt. Simon tells them that he wonders if he can see them as recording artists, and if they can replace anyone in the market. Simon delivers the bad news, and Dope Crisis is going home. That was definitely expected.
Emblem 3 is next to hear the new from Simon, and though I’m positive they’re getting pushed through to the next round, I really don’t want them to. I don’t get the appeal, Simon! I’m not on board! You hear me, Simon? Some flat chested, broke, no insurance having ass TV recapper in Brooklyn doesn’t like these toothy LFO wannabes, and I just know you make all your business decisions with people like me in mind. Simon lectures the boys on their lazy performance, but he puts them through to the live shows. And oh look! One of them somersaults into the pool! Because he’s excited and fun and totally cool, brah. Ugh. I don’t want to put up a photo of these guys, so, here’s a picture of my husband, Idris Elba.
Oooooh, zaaaaaddy. You can get through to my live show ANYTIME! Actually, I’m really embarrased I wrote that. Please forgive me.
It’s Sister C’s turn to get their news. Simon tells them that he can imagine hearing them on the radio, as all three have distinct voices, but he worries about their likability. But! They’re through!
So now it’s down to LYLAS and Playback. Is this supposed to be a suspenseful final 2 acts? Ugh, fine Simon. I’ll humor you. Both groups really want this, it would be the worst to get rejected, blah, blah, blah. How much longer do I have to keep this up? All we need is a yes today. We’re nervous. Which one of you can deliver?