This week's show didn't begin with Diddy making loud boasts from his comfy couch. Instead, we jumped right into the action as large text on the screen read "Day 1. 6 AM." I wasn't quite sure what this was the first day of (maybe a Boom Cat marathon?), but whatever it was, it sure was important! Actually, we soon learned the girls were about to endure Hell Week. Back in college, Hell Week usually meant doing naked slip-and-slide on a ping pong table covered in vomit and urine, but I had a feeling that wasn't what was in store for these women (and if it was, I was totally gonna make that a Clipgasm). Instead, Hell Week involved lots of singing and dancing and meeting and greeting, and it all began with an early morning session with Chris Slate, the personal trainer. A few squats, calisthenics, and Power Bars later, the girls then headed over to their favorite choreographer / ruthless tyrant, Laurie Ann Gibson. That could only mean one thing: yelling. Lots and lots of yelling.

"Every single thing that you're going through I promise you is only going to make you better," she said. Yes, they wouldn't be boom cats, but boom LIONS! Speaking of which, Laurie Ann then regaled us with a lovely assortment of nonsense words as she guided the girls through their new routine.

"Aaaand accent OH!" she yelled, clearly having pulled three random words out of her brain. This was followed by "Nice! Boom boom cat! For your life!" Extra points for weaving a boom cat into an inspirational message. Boom boom cat for your life. What a motto to live by. Thanks Laurie Ann. I will boom boom cat for my life!

Laurie then finished off the set with some new sounds for the dance pantheon: "Boom boom moo moo!" It was sort of like a bovine twist on an old classic. I liked it!

Next it was off to vocal training with the always lovable Betty Wright. Everything seemed to be going well, but I should have remembered: it's not Making the Band 3 without one of the white girls singingly crap. Last week was Shannon. This week was Aubrey. Betty made disgruntled noises at Aubrey's performance, ultimately accusing her of sounding self-conscious. Turns out that Aubrey suffers from a debilitating insecurity about her voice. She said she tries to make up for it by being more of a "performer" per se, but that was really just her way of saying, "Okay, okay. I sound like crap. But I'm hot, right?"