There's a twist this year before Hollywood where they are sent to a boot camp and are attacked by something Ryan refers to as a "Glam Squad." One young man is seen screaming that his manhood is being slowly stripped away. Then it's over to that nice vocal training lady, and about thirty other people, telling them how to sing. Then they herd them all into a room to clap at Barry Manilow. I'm fairly certain they've kept him in that room since last year. I wonder what it smells like in there? His face looks like Cray-Pas; that does not bode well.
For any of us, really. Has it started? I'm never sure if it's started. It's been on for about ten minutes and Ryan and Simon have both said about a thousand words of lyrics from that Eight Mile song about how you only have one shot to do certain things, and Ryan has already said "This is American Idol" in about six different intonations, but I don't think it's started... Now? Okay, now it's started. Good. Good. Only does that mean there's even more Barry Mannequin coming? Rats.
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