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Simon points out that Fetus could've whistled and it would've been much better than Castro's performance. Indeed, I could have farted something a bit more exciting and in tune. Just kidding, girls don't fart. We smell like roses and unicorns and Lisa Frank stickers. Simon suggests that Fetus struggled a bit at the end but in the grand scheme it was the best performance so far. Fetusbot's modesty chip is so reliable and consistent, he always reacts the same way. Overwhelmed.

"This won't hurt, I promise."

He admits he's scared of the judge's faces. Gosh, he's just so darn surprised every time the judges say something positive that Seabreath is alarmed Fetus may pass out since he's always breathless. Hm, he hasn't changed at all since Star Search, when it comes to his reaction to praise.

David Cook numero dos. He complains that he was really looking forward to this week since it's his forte, but realizes he set the bar too high. Cook admits he could've done way more with the Duran Duran song and that he's tried to erase it from his memory. Klonopin can help. Now, for "Baba O'Riley" by The Who. You know, the song people erroneously call "Teenage Wasteland." I really hate when people have the wrong song titles on their playlists/iPods, by the way.

It's an iconic song with super-simple lyrics that needs time to build and peak, which I'm not sure is possible in 90 seconds. It makes me think of every coming-of-age film about college, including Slackers (it's totally played as the intro of that movie!), which is the opposite of The Graduate. It starts with just pipe organ/moog and he starts strumming his electric. I definitely prefer this to Duran Duran. Cook busts out some high notes for the teenage wasteland chorus and then builds up the tempo and dynamics. Just when you think it's getting good with the "They're all wasted!" and the drum part and the strobe lights, the song ends abruptly. Ha. I totally got suckered into thinking the song was going to do some cool breakdown and he was going to kick it into Metal Mode or Rock Band Expert level.

Randy is ambivalent, but says it was more like the David Cook he's grown to love, the resident rocker dude with a trusty Les Paul and a newfound penchant for silly necklaces. Paula wants more, babbles about being humbled to sit here and watch his soul. Paula believes in dreamcatchers, doesn't she. Simon simply says, "Welcome back," which is all the affirmation a guy really needs. Way to bounce back with your song and yet take another giant leap backwards in fashion with your Lurex-striped blazer.

We're back with Rascal Flatts, who apparently are given crappy seats in the middle of the audience despite being a immensely popular band. Seabreath shakes hands with only one of the guys, leaving the other no choice but to pat Seabreath on the butt. However, I'm more amused by the dude in the bottom left-hand corner.

Who would win in an arch-off, Syesha or this guy?

Speaking of which, Syesha's singing "A Change is Gonna Come" by Sam Cooke. The song was released posthumously in '65, at a very pivotal time (the Civil Rights Movement), mirroring a pivotal time in Syesha's life. Sort of.

Oy! Mind the cleavage! In a floor-length champagne-colored (or should I say crème brulee?) empire-waist gown, Syesha is going to try to bring the house down with her soulful side. The cream-colored strip of fabric stretching across the top makes no sense. Yes, I realize they pulled it through the golden fabric to make the straps of the dress, but it just looks retarded considering the plunging neckline.

In Soviet Russia, Dress Straps You!

She approaches it with tenderness and the emotion she's been able to evoke lately, which is refreshing. Syesha reaches for some riffs and holds out some extended notes to raucous applause. Maybe she can actually make it to the Top 3 based on the audience reaction and Castro basically throwing the competition. Shouldn't I be mesmerized by this point in the competition? There's something off about the melody for me, but I'm used to the Sam Cooke original. Also, Syesha's version makes me feel like I should go vote or do something patriotic/revolutionary. It's very much YES. WE. CAN. Did you know the Arcade Fire covered this tune in support of Obama?

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