With Lauren's confidence still on the wane and Claire's breast milk drying up, no one has the damn patience to deal with Dominique's alarm going off way before anyone really needs to get up. There is a big-ass early morning fight with Claire leading the charge and Whitney and Lauren providing necessary backup. Even Anya hates Dominique, so you know she must be a real pill. Later on Dominique tries to sleep because she's feeling sick, but the other girls keep her awake by talking about her. While she's in the room! It's crazy. We learn that Claire has a lot of attitude for a global warrior of the earth.
Tyra pops up as the girls' limo driver, then forces them to put on bright red leggings and T-shirts and head to the dance studio to practice their runway walks. On one pass across the floor Tyra stumbles and sprains her ankle. But it's all -- wait for it -- ACTING! And a way to teach the girls the secret modeling trick of pretending that you have menstrual cramps when you're out of other ideas. I'm doing it right now and I'm so pretty, I can't even tell you. Lauren blanks out and Claire loses her face, but the other girls do pretty well. Tyra administers a pose-off, and the girls later learn that their teach was actually a challenge! Anya was the best poser of all, and wins an afternoon naked in bed with Nigel. You know who's glad she didn't get that prize? Aimee, who really doesn't want to take her secret Mormon underpants off for anyone.
The photo shoot for the week sends the girls to Williamsburg, Brooklyn, where they each embody a specific style of music. Some girls play against type, as Katarzyna rocks an edgy emo style (getting the judges to promise her a new, choppy haircut for week), Lauren works a plastic Britney-style butt-cheek-exposing pop getup, Dominique poses as an ethereal folk goddess, and Whitney goes grunge. Claire struggles to find her inner Dolly Parton as the country girl, while Aimee is at a loss as to how to present herself as an R&B diva. They land in the bottom two. In the end, Claire is spared, and Aimee is sent back to Utah or Mitt Romney's house or wherever she came from. But the best thing about this elimination? Hearing Tyra pronounce the "g" in "singer."
Previously on ANTM: Whitters and Dominique had it out over accusations of racism and protestations of black best friends. But it was all United Colors of Benetton style harmony as the girls posed with paint dripping down their faces. Poor Marvita lost her will to be in the competition and, not coincidentally, her desire to smack a ho. She was eliminated, and we lost an awesome potential black best friend. Nine bitches remain!
We begin in the limo, with several girls complimenting Aimee on her picture from last week, in which her skin was luminescent. Small pores: the true blessing of the Mormons. Aimee interviews that she had never done modeling before, so the competition has been a real learning experience. Well isn't THAT a kiss of death opening interview if you've ever seen one? Lauren, meanwhile, tells us that she has confidence issues at panel. And why does she have confidence issues? Because it's scary. And listen, if you had to be within ten feet of Tyra's actual wig, I bet you'd start shaking, too. Lauren's trying to work on her confidence, but it's a huge inner struggle that will have to happen while she makes her way through the competition. Girl, just be glad you don't need to explain to your boyfriend and family back in Boonville why you turned into such a dyke the second you got on TV.
Claire talks on the phone to her husband, Matt. He tells her that her baby's teeth have just come through. Awww. Except, like, isn't that when babies start screaming all through the livelong night? Maybe it's better to be hanging on The CW. Claire tells us that she misses her husband and her baby a lot. And then we see some weird video of Claire and her family by some river, out in the wild, and maybe even in the Amazon or Nicaragua or something. It's all very...natural. Just go to the mall or something, God. Then we get a little bit of video of Claire's daughter, who is super cute but for all the drool sliding down her chin. But that's the way of all babies, isn't it? If it weren't for the drool and the sticky fingers and the wailing and the part where they eventually become teenagers, I'd have been knocked up long ago. Claire says that whenever she is by herself or starts thinking about how much she misses her baby, she cries. She then tells Matt that her milk is drying up. She's very sad that her baby might not be able to breast-feed again. Eh, I don't believe a word of those studies! I was raised on formula, and look where I am today: at home recapping on a Friday night! Take heart, Claire. Your baby's going to be just...[sob]. Claire tells Matt that she's doing okay, and that there are just a few folks in the house who irk her. But we'll get to that later. She interviews that it's hard living in a house with a whole bunch of bitches, but she'd be cheating her daughter if she didn't go for her dreams.
It is early in the AM, and we hear a whole mess of beeping. Night vision cameras show us Claire, standing up by the doorway of the collective bunk bed room, as Dominique appears to be buried underneath her covers. Claire tells Dominique to get up, and that her alarm has been going off. Duuuuude. If there is one thing that makes me want to choke a ho -- well, actually, there are many, but I digress -- it is being awoken by the alarm clock that your roommate is sleeping through. Claire interviews that for quite some time, Dominique has set her alarm way earlier than the girls have to get up. Oooh, so annoying! Dominque sleepily tells Claire not to get all pissed off at her, and Claire says she has a good reason to be pissed off. Dominique explains in an interview that she's too dumb to figure out how to work her alarm clock. I mean, that's paraphrasing. But holy shit. Read the fucking manual. She says that her alarm has probably woken Claire up four times, like that's no big deal. Back in night vision, Claire tells Dominique that she can't believe she woke her up at 6:00 AM unnecessarily, again. She then interviews that Dominique causes a lot of negative controversy in the house because she's a selfish ho. I believe it.
The two argue full-on as poor Stacy-Ann awakens from her dreams of unicorns and lollipops. Claire calls Dominique a shady bitch. Well then! I didn't know Claire had it in her! Dominique tells Claire not to talk to her if she can't speak with respect. And then from another corner of the solar system, Anya says, "Dominique, just take responsibility." This is clearly all Dominique's fault. Dominique says that her alarm went off at 6:45, and Anya says that no, it went off at 6:04. That zero really tripped Dominique up, eh? Thank God she doesn't have to deal with an analog clock. Anya interviews that sometimes it's frustrating to have Dominique in the house. She's draining, and -- wait for it -- needs to communicate better. And if Anya is telling you that you need to communicate better, you're basically the freaking FEMA of human beings.
Oh but yay, the argument isn't over! Dominique tells Claire that she doesn't care what her opinion is right now. She's got the point, so Claire can shut up. In an interview, Dominique says she understands why Claire was upset, but thinks she could have handled it differently. Dude, she is TIRED. And you're an idiot. Claire wins! Aimee, who I'm sure you'll be surprised to learn sleeps in all pink, slept through the whole thing so remains like Switzerland. She says that people see her as young and not very mature, but in fact she's more mature than these other morons in the house. Cut to Dominique and Claire.
In the kitchen, Dominique and Claire argue some more. Dominique wears an Elmer Fudd hat/head wrap contraption, which means she automatically loses. Again!! They are still talking about the alarm. Dominique says that it's not like she broke one of Claire's limbs. Claire points out that she only started calling Dominique a bitch when she started being a bitch. Again, point for Claire. She's just stating facts. Dominique doesn't think this gives Claire a right to call someone a bitch, and then asks if she calls her husband a bitch when they get in an argument. If I had a husband, I would call him a bitch all the time, especially when we weren't fighting. And then I would make him wipe the drool from the baby's face. Claire does not take kindly to this turn in the conversation, and asks why Dominique is bringing up her home life. Dominique says that's obviously the way Claire communicates. And THEN Claire gets super grimy, and knowingly so, and says, "At least I have a husband, okay." The best part is that you can see Whitney in the background looking entirely delighted by this. Claire got grimy and low because Dominique "went there." Claire interviews that she gave Dominique ample opportunity to fix her alarm, and it wasn't until Claire yelled and called her a bitch that the problem was resolved. There is not an angle at which you can play this for me where Claire doesn't win.
Back at the kitchen table, Claire says that this is, like, the seventh time that Dominique's alarm has given her problems, and that's fucked up, bitch-calling or no. Dominique still can't get over being called a bitch -- because I'm so sure that's never happened before -- and keeps going on about how Claire crossed boundaries. And then, from the other end of the table, Lauren tells Dominique that she's having a communication problem. Dominique tells Lauren to stay in her place, and then the shit really hits the imaginary fan that's blowing wind in Dominique's hair. Lauren interviews that she doesn't like conflict, but if you tell her to stay in her place, she'll rip you apart. Then Whitney interjects and tells Dominique to get in the trash where she belongs. Okay, that was unnecessary. I'm not crazy about Whitney either, I have to be honest.
Dominique feels really ganged-up on, and like it's Christmas for the other girls when they try to make her feel bad. Hey, my best friend is a gingerbread man! Stop your cookie-ist hate, Dominique. And then Lauren FREAKS OUT!!!! She stands up on her chair and screams that Dominique is always running her damn mouth. While she is doing this, Dominique continues to run her damn mouth. Lauren sits down and screams that Dominique is fucking crazy. Who knew Lauren had it in her, too? She will tie you up with duct tape and beat you with her ratty Converse if you cross her. Damn. ["Not coincidentally, my new favorite girl is now Lauren. Brooklyn, represent!" -- Joe R] Lauren interviews that Dominique has verbal diarrhea. Like, all over her own face, too. It's pretty tragic.
Dominique, meanwhile, is pretty upset about the ganging up. She thinks the girls are doing it because she's so strong, and is very hurt. She talks to her mom on the phone about how everyone hates her. Dominique's mom probably knows this song by heart. And I mean, Claire and Lauren seem pretty even-keeled by nature, so Dominique must be REALLY annoying for them to go off like this. Dominique cries about it in her interview, and says that the other girls have no compassion. It makes me feel a little bad for her, but mostly because her crushing lack of self-awareness. Commercials.
When we return, Dominique is still crying to her mom about how everyone hates her. Her mom tells her to let it go, because she can't control it, and she's on a journey and needs to keep her eyes on the prize. And, like, go read that Eckhart Tolle book that Oprah's always talking about or whatever. Dominique tells us that she doesn't have to go after anyone to do well in the competition -- she just has to be herself and do well and rock her challenges and photo shoots. And, of course, keep acting like a crazy bitch because then she will make it to at least the final four.
Tyra Mail! "You ladies are SICK! But I'll help you get better. Love, Tyra." The girls head to their limo. When the screen between the back of the limo and the driver drops down, it reveals Tyra. She tells the girls that she's been driving the damn cab every day of the week. I'm sure it's just a special investigative report for The Tyra Banks Show. And then she'll be all, "I spent a day undercover behind the wheel of a taxi cab, and it changed my life forever." And season, the girls will have to dress up as immigrant cabbies who are living on scant tips and a dream. Tyra tells the girls to go upstairs and get dressed. They head to the locker room of a dance studio, where they find bright red skintight ensembles. When they stand in a row, it's like the thermometer aisle at CVS. Lauren, being naturally uncoordinated and rhythmless, thinks she's screwed.
Tyra enters the dance studio in a trench coat and a wig. She will soon rip off the trench coat to reveal...an armpit wig with tiny little bangs. Fierce. She tells the girls that there have been lots of complaints about their walks, chief among them being that they don't do the de rigueur three-second pose at the end of the catwalk. They practice together as Tyra yells things like, "Keep it fierce! Let me feel the wind in the hair! Work it! Fierceness! Fierceness!" It's like the marines, once they started letting gays in the military. Oh! And then Tyra does whip off her trench coat. That she wants us to kiss her fat ass remains unspoken, but the sentiment fills the air like the aroma of barbeque sauce.
And then! Tyra stumbles. She's all, "Ugh! Damn! Ahhh!" and puts her hand to her head. Because when you sprain your ankle, the first place your hand gravitates toward is your head. At least it does when you're...ACTING! Tyra busts into poses of pain. Turns out this is the biggest modeling trick there is. When you're stuck for a pose, pretend that it hurts! "Think pain, but beauty," she says. She demonstrates some of the most painful ailments there are: headache, heartache, and menstrual cramps. And then she does what is perhaps my favorite ad-lib of all time as she clutches her midsection: "I need some pain pills! Acetaminophen!" It's like Robert Altman is speaking to us from beyond the grave. Tyra must have gotten some Tylenol, because she then writhes around on the floor with the kind of sprained ankle that causes you to get charitable, whip your feet up over your head, and tell Mr. Jay to go on and be quick about it.
The gods have smiled upon us, because we are about to be treated to yet another pose-off! Anya poses with shoulder blade pain, and Tyra is impressed with her fierceness. Stacy-Ann worked her inner thighs out too hard on the nautilis. The pain! The pain! Whitney has wind-burned lips. Yeah, I'm sure they're really "wind burned," all right. ["Also...Whitney has lips?" -- Joe R] Tyra is ready to book her for a Chapstick commercial. Aimee's sister slammed her fingers in the door. And they hurt! They hurt! Tyra doesn't think Aimee commits enough -- she gives B+, when Tyra wants an A+. Fatima gets to act out the pain of the weave tracks. Brittany did that all over the place in season 8. It's how she got to the final three. Dominique's calves are killing her, and Tyra is shocked and amazed at her high-fashion posing. And then, the weirdest of all. Claire got strangled by a man...because she was doing a movie...and now her neck hurts. Whatever Tyra's kinky fantasies are, she needs to play them out in her own damn bedroom. Tyra says that Claire sometimes loses her face when she poses. She's trying to keep it away from the strangler!
Katarzyna was squatting all night at the club, and her quads were killing her when she got home. She does a good job, and does not lose her face. Lauren's palms hurt from too much pattycake. The hell? Lauren tries, but Tyra thinks she looks like an addict. She then does her addict impression, which she doubtlessly honed that one life-changing day when she was pretending to be homeless. Everything is an inspiration to a great talent like Tyra Banks. She just stores it away. Tyra then gives one of the most cogent pieces of advice I've ever heard: "Whenever you're stuck on set and you don't know what to do, think about the pain, think about the ailments, and play some music in your head. Go for the pain, and go for the beat...inside your head...ache." It's like what Zhao Zhao said to the monk. Put that on a teabag and steep it.
The girls get home and find some Tyra Mail: "I've been aching to tell you tonight's lesson was actually a challenge! Guess who posed the fiercest? Congratulations...Anya!" Woah, first of all, that's sneaky! Anya is excited, both to have had knowledge imparted to her by the great and powerful Tyra Banks, and also to have impressed the great and powerful Tyra Banks. The Tyra Mail continues: "You have just won a one-on-one photo shoot with...Nigel Barker!" Oh wow! Anya has butterflies flowing through her stomach. And well she should! She heads to, like, a weird deserted building. It's practically an instructional video for how you're not supposed to answer those weird newspaper ads that say, "Models wanted!"
Nigel greets Anya with a big hug, and he tells her that she's going to spend a day in bed. He explains that they want to make these photos timeless, so they'll never go out of style. And what's the easiest way to do that? Yes, you got it -- to not wear any clothes. Now it's becoming less like an instructional video and more like an After-School Special. Creepazoid! Nigel says that everything will be hidden, but the whole thing will be natural and pretty and beautiful. Anya likes herself and her body, so doesn't mind being nude. And, like, she's really nude. I mean, she appears to have flesh-colored underwear on, but I thought she'd be under the covers and stuff. This is not entirely the case. Nigel is such a perv. He tells us that Anya is a good model, but she doesn't even know how good she is. He still sees the doubt in her eyes. He says this like he's actually looking at her eyes.
Anya returns home and tells the others of her nekkid adventures. When Aimee hears this, she's plenty happy that she did not win this prize. She was raised Mormon, and the Mormons apparently are not at all about young ladies being naked. All of the Osmond brothers, yes. But certainly not Marie. Aimee doesn't want to disappoint her family.
Oh, and then more drama! Dominique tells us that she was really feeling sick. She had a migraine and her stomach was turning. Well THIS seems like the perfect time for her to go on a photo shoot! Hear the music in your head, Dominique! She tries to sleep in bed as some other girls sit in the room and laugh. At first the topic of conversation seems more general, but then Whitney brings up how funny it was earlier in the morning when Claire busted out with, "At least I have a husband, okay." Oh, see, now I can't get behind that. Talk your shit behind people's backs like a lady. Dominique agrees, and tells the others to go to the pit and talk all the shit they want, but it's rude and disrespectful to do it in front of her. Dominique then has a really weird confessional all about how Lauren, Claire, and Whitney are dancing monkeys. I don't know, dude.
Dominique wants the girls to take their nastiness and attitude somewhere else. Claire's response? "Maybe no." She interviews that she's not going to go hide in the corner and talk trash. She and Dominique have no respect for each other, so she doesn't care what Dominique has to say. Claire, Lauren, and Whitney have all grown close, in part over their hatred of Dominique. Dominique finally asks kind of nicely for the others to go to the other room, and Claire refuses. She says she's tired of Dominique, and so is just going to pretend like she's not there. Oh, Claire, you're better than this. Dominique sarcastically says that Claire is a really big person, and Claire replies that she never claimed to be a big person. This whole thing really could have been avoided with an 8-pack of Mack's. Commercials.
Saleisha, meanwhile, goes on a casting for Tibi. And wears some mascara. And then terrorizes us in a denim mini-vest.
When we return, there is Tyra Mail. "Being a Top Model is a pretty good gig if you can get it. Love, Tyra." The girls head to Williamsburg, Brooklyn, and meet Jay at the McCarren Park Pool. Jay tells the girls that Williamsburg has started to rival Manhattan as a location for live music. What has this to do with the photo shoot, you may ask? Well, as it happens, the models will have to embody specific styles of music in their photo shoots. The photographer for the day is Russell James. I think he's Australian, and is maybe wearing a wig topped off by a ski hat.
Fatima is dressed up as a heavy metal rocker -- complete with Bret Michaels bandana and bat makeup around her eyes. She looks the part, but Jay says that as soon as Russell picked up his camera, Fatima started with the calculated posing. She smashes a guitar and walks off as naturally as she can in her skintight leather pants. Katarzyna is , wearing a choppy wig. She's an emo girl and poses very...emo-ishly. Whatever, she looks like Pete Wentz. is Lauren, who is outfitted in red vinyl as a Britney-style pop tart. Jay tells her to take inspiration from the barefoot bathroom queen herself, and Lauren cops to never having heard her songs. Oh, come on now. You'd have to be Rip Van Fucking Winkle never to have heard "Baby One More Time." Lauren reiterates that she's very anti-mainstream and only listens to underground punk rock. You know she secretly went to that weird Hannah Montana tour, all incognito and shit. Russell was initially worried about Lauren's lack of confidence, but he tells us it didn't play out. She was awesome. And she's 6'1"!!!! No wonder they're always talking about her being so tall.
Claire is , representing country music. She says it's easy for her to get into character. When she starts posing, however, she looks a little too couture for her wardrobe and setting. Jay says that she'd look great if she were in a Dior gown, but she needs to find some balance. Russell thinks that Claire had the basics of a good approach to a project, but he didn't understand her awkward, contorted body. Seriously, just think of Dolly, and you'll be straight. Speaking of, I am COUNTING THE MINUTES until Dolly Parton is on American Idol. Yeeeeee! Dominique follows Claire, embodying the folk aesthetic. It's like RuPaul doing Joan Baez. Diamonds and crust all the way. Apparently Dominique's mom used to model back in the day, so Dominique cops some of her old poses. Jay seems to like it.
Anya is , as punk. Jay doesn't know what she's doing other than letting the hair and makeup do all the work for her. Stacy-Ann is house. It's like looking at a glow stick. She works her little DJ set, but Russell is frustrated at her contrived posing. Aimee is , as R&B. She feels sexy in her outfit, and is ready to bring out her inner diva. She looks a whole lot like Debra Messing meets Barbra Streisand in A Star Is Born meets Beyonce. It's weird. Russell suggests that Aimee lay on the ground, just to get her to do something. He doesn't think she's feeling the shot. Jay says that Aimee is a sweet girl who hasn't experienced a lot, and he doesn't think she has experienced the passion that a lot of R&B singers bring to the table. He totally just called her a virgin! I guess it's true that if you haven't sexed it up, it would be hard to understand the subtleties of why Beyonce even put everything that dude owned in a box to the left. Disaster.
Whitney is grunge, embodying the combination of Kurt Cobain and Courtney Love as performed by a Cirque de Soleil clown. She poses up on an old diving board, and reveals that she's scared of heights. Because gravity has more of an effect on her than the rest of these featherweights, I'm sure. Whitney does a great job, and Russell says that her face was very emotionally charged with the idea they're trying to sell. No matter the outcome, Whitney is happy to have worked with a world-renowned photographer who likes her.
When the girls return home, there's Tyra Mail. Someone is getting the boot. Dominique is excited about elimination, because it means she's one step closer to her goal. Aimee knows her shoot was poor, and Claire is worried about how she performed as well. Lauren thinks she might have done badly, but the other girls assure her that she was phenomenal. She says that last time she was called sixth, and Anya tells her it was all because of her confidence. The thing that cracks me up most about this scene is the little sign taped to the cabinet that says, "Please put dishes in dishwasher." The lack of basic hygiene that these girls bring to the table is truly frightening. Lauren tells us that she always has anxiety before elimination, and that this time she's going to try to bring the attitude that she has in photo shoots to the panel. Maybe Tyra's fear of having a shoe thrown at her will actually come to pass? We shall find out after commercials.
We enter panel with a photo of Tyra as a mannequin-like music executive. I bet Clive Davis sits on a zebra-print chair, too. Well, when he's not in his crypt. Tyra makes the girls work their painful ailments for a little -- ooh! My latest herpe is flaring up! Ouch! -- before announcing the prizes and the judges. Paulina's face seems to be growing proportionately smaller with every passing week of bigger hair. Soon she'll be like the shrunken head guy from Beetlejuice. Russell James is the guest judge.
Whitney is up first for critique. Nigel loves her grunge shot, which is dynamic and full of feeling. Paulina thinks that it looks like the real thing, and Tyra reports Mr. Jay's opinion that Whitney took risks that worked. Whitney is pleased. Russell thought that Fatima's shoot was good, though he really wanted her to take it to the level. Tyra was shocked and amazed at how Fatima worked it throughout her film, especially with her broken down doll legs. Russell says that Anya worked well with the set and her props, but she needs to hone her instinctive sense of where the light is. Lauren's picture is beautiful, and Paulina gives a wry chuckle at the fact that they made it hard for Lauren by giving her Britney. Russell thought she did a great job, and pulled off an outfit that could have been tacky. Yes, on Lauren, red vinyl is the height of elegance. Miss J. asks Lauren to be a little more awake, lively and present when she comes to panel.
Aimee's R&B shot is disappointing, as expected. Russell thought that she had an opportunity to draw on a lot of emotional content, but she struggled. He notes that he has shot Mary J. Blige, which I think is kind of an unfair comparison as she is always, like, having a seizure or a visit from the holy ghost or something. Paulina notes that the composition of the photo is beautiful, but Aimee is just not working. Then there's Stacy-Ann. Her photo works and makes sense, but Nigel thinks it seems like the obvious thing. Tyra tells her to be more fluid when she poses. Miss J. thinks that Katarzyna looks more grunge than emo, and Paulina has to welcome him to the world of white music. Tyra tells Katarzyna that this is her best shoot to date, and it made Tyra wonder if she gave her the wrong makeover and should cut her hair short. Miss J. would love to see a new do, and Tyra tells Katarzyna that someone might show up at the apartment with scissors tomorrow.
Claire is , and Nigel thinks her shot is a little too tough and in your face for country. Whatever, maybe she was trying to represent all the friends in low places. Tyra says that Claire was lost, and this was her worst shoot. Jay reported that Claire is intelligent and ahead of the game when it comes to posing, but she needs to learn to adapt herself to the creative rather than let it throw her off. Dominique is last, and Tyra says that her folk shoot is pretty. Nigel thinks it's a believable picture for the genre, and he didn't expect that Dominique could pull off something so soft. Russell, however, thinks it's lucky that they got this photo, because Dominique's head, her body, and the set were three different things.
The judges deliberate. Whitney has an exquisite face. Fatima could have stepped up more, but she's made big improvements. Miss J. would book Lauren based on her portfolio, because it proves that she can take good pictures even if she's sullen and awkward in person. Aimee's shot is like a bad Vegas picture and Paulina wants to throw it in the trash. Miss J., however, thinks she can get her mojo back in the round. Anya is a pretty girl with great bone structure, and she falls into great shots by accident. Katarzyna is totally getting a haircut. Claire missed the point of the shoot. Dominique has improved. She's almost there but not quite, and Miss J. doesn't know if she'll ever get there. Stacy-Ann is sweet and cute and looks like a Jamaican DJ. Er, okay then.
Nine ladies stand before Tyra, but she only has eight photos in her hands. The first name Tyra is going to call...is Whitney. Pretty good for a member of the KKK! Katarzyna is called , followed by Fatima, Lauren, Anya, Dominique, and Stacy-Ann. Aimee and Claire are in the bottom two. This week is a shocker for Tyra, since both girls usually take great shots. But they sucked on this shoot. Aimee fell flat -- no pun intended, except, pun totally intended -- as an R&B singer. Claire was assigned to be a country singer. Or, as Tyra says it, "Seeen-Ger." And it was more comical and blasé and stoic than anything else. All at once? I should think that is an accomplishment in itself. Apparently it is, as Claire gets a photo. She jumps up and screams, "Yes!," forgetting that the polite thing to do first is hug the bitch who you are secretly happy to see go.
Aimee is very sad, and weeps profusely. She thought she was going to go farther, and feels stupid that she couldn't connect with one of the most popular styles of music. She wishes that the judges didn't see her as such a naïve young girl, and thinks that they might have gotten that impression and assumed that she wasn't ready for the competition. Aimee, you go out there and let someone tap your booty, and then come back and work it like R. Kelly. But with less of a focus on teenage girls/sipping on Coke and rum/running hands through someone's fro.
week: Go-sees! Whitney is made to feel fat. And Lauren gets some punk rock attitude.