The show starts with the girls at dance rehearsals with the always over-the-top Laurie Ann. She is one of those reality people who want to help make for a more interesting show so everything she does is always overacted for the cameras. If her morning English muffin didn’t have butter on it and the camera was on her, she’d wail for fifteen minutes and then ask “did you get that?� Yeah, she’s that transparent.

Cindy, the anemic sickly girl who puts the P in pale, is dancing like a wet pickle. This display is earning Laurie Ann’s rehearsed wrath. “Cindy, what pocket are you in?� she screams at her. I have no idea what that means either, but apparently there are pockets she needs to be in and she is in the wrong one. Or maybe she isn’t in a pocket at all and she should be. Or perhaps there are no pockets she should be in but she’s incorrectly putting herself into one. Either way, her pocketness is upsetting Laurie Ann.

But Cindy isn’t the only one stinking up the dance floor. Dominique, who we can charitably say does not have the look or dance skills of a member if an all-girl band, is showing her weak points. “Thank the good lord that you can sing,� Laurie Ann tells her. Now the girl can sing, there’s no doubt about that. But when it comes to having her in an all-girl band you kind of have to have some sex appeal. No one wants a group with four girls that look like Tootie. And I’m talking about the later, fatter Tootie, when she wasn’t wearing her roller skates.