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American Idol.
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SurvivorLDog93 |
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Ryan: Seven years, we've auditioned in some of the biggest busiest cities. Today, welcome to Omaha, Nebraska. This is
crop design in cornfield spells ... American Idol. |
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hossc |
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Yay madness !
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hossc |
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Fucker sounds like Like a Virgin Keith!
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Capitle |
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This guy's voice is making the hair leap right out of my pores.
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SurvivorLDog93 |
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Ryan: 10,000 hopefuls turned out to greet us.
Woman: Omaha is really not that exciting! Ryan: Was the next Idol waiting here, in the Cornhusker state? Who's the superstar of tomorrow? Simon/Randy ready, but Paula's plane is delayed. (Simon and Randy make small talk like ... lovers?? lol) Warming up, Chris Bernheisel sings Cold Hearted Snake. He can't sing very well, from what we can see, and he sounds like a geek when he speaks. Chris: Simon, I'm the next American Idol! So don't ruin it! He walks in with a BAG. Chris: I came bringing you guys gifts. (A doggie for Randy, and some pictures of him and Kelly Clarkson in a frame for Simon. Leaves a doggie for Paula, which Simon flings. He starts to cry, saying how he didn't have any *snif* money to travel to another *snif* city to audition. OMG, he's from Fremont? A fembot haybaler! Since U Been Gone. It's predictably awful. And he makes it worse by dancing. And a heels-up-in-the-air flip. Randy: Is this real, Chris? Simon: It is, I'm afraid. Chris starts to cry as Randy starts to laugh. Simon: Love the presents and the sucking up. The singing, off. Chris: Can I audition for one more thing? They have guys doing Red Carpet. (He sucks at that, too! Simon: Uh .. Chris .. Uh .. Chris ... What is the local FOX affiliate. Tell them (Fox 42) that we want to see you at the Finals. If they question you, tell them to call me. Chris: ARE YOU SERIOUS! OMIGOD!! THANK YOU! I WILL !! Randy: Tell Seacrest, youre the next Seacrest. Outside conf: I GAVE THEM GIFTS! OMIGOD! THEY LOVED THEM! |
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QuiltRicky |
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I like Chris
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QuiltRicky |
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Mad woman come to beat out Ryan! |
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SurvivorLDog93 |
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hossc wrote:
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shadycat |
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I think the show is better with Paula gone.
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ketchuplover |
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My sound is fubar. picture sux too. I'm watching a Parthenon special on PBS.
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Princess Melissa Lansing |
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Is it just me or does he sound like Edwin McCain?
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SurvivorLDog93 |
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Still waiting for Paula ... as 10,000 shout to be considered in Omaha.
Jason Rich, 21, Stout, Iowa. Playing it cool. Farmboy! From a town of 500 peeps. Scenes of rolling cornfields ... He's got a country-pop voice. But he forgets words and has to start over. Nerves ... Randy: Take your time, blow it out. Simon: The clock is ticking, Jason. He forgets the words AGAIN! Jason: I'm THAT nervous. Simon: One more shot. Okay ... the third time is ... Kind of a charm until he forgets the lyrics again. Simon: When ... you ... say ... (trying to feed him the lyrics!) Nothing I can say. You've just blown it. Jason tries again, and he CAN SANG ... IF he can remember words. Breathy sound, but it's actually endearing with the strong bari voice. Randy: Good sounding voice. Dunno if I see star quality. Simon: It was okay. Glad you eventually got through it. Randy: I think I'll say yes. Simon: You're though to Hollywood. But I'll never, ever give you that shot again. If that was a live show, you'd be off the air. |
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hossc |
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Princess Melissa Lansing wrote: It's just you. This Nebraskan Cornholer gets by for eye candy in the Hollywood round. Nothing more. |
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SurvivorLDog93 |
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Parade of Forgotten Lyrics.
Ryan: Welcome to America's favorite game show, YOU FORGOT THE LYRICS! The real lyrics are on screen as the singers forget them, or make them up as they go along. Buzzer sounds (dubbed over) when they get the axe. |
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Omahaandy |
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hossc wrote: Hey, he are Iowegian. They can keep him. |
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AeRo 21 |
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Hot as fuck.
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SurvivorLDog93 |
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Paula is finally there.
Rachel Wicker, 23, Richmond MO. Obviously a handful for whomever tries to pick her up, is arm-wrestling the men outside and winning. Looks like she can box, too. She kicks Seacrest's ass, as if he has muscles or summat. In the audition room ... She wants to arm-wrestle Simon. He declines. Don't Tell Me To Stop Lovin' You Oh, joy. Another blonde farmbot. This time with muscles. Simon: You're performing as if you've been doing this for 50 years, as if it hasn't worked out. Randy: Huh? She's 23. Simon: Doesn't appear it. Randy: Everyone who sings country does this half-yodel. Rachel: Natural to my voice. Paula: Yes or no? Randy: Uh .. um .. Yes. Simon: No. Paula: Yes. HOLLYWOOD. |
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shadycat |
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Farm boy was a cutie! I thought he kinda yelled his song but I'm glad he got another chance.
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hossc |
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Pauler's fucked up (as usual)..
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AeRo 21 |
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Paula is flying.
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