Whew, that was close. For a second there, I was afraid that there was going to be a huge upset, and that America had gotten it very very wrong.
Of course, this was the week where the judges relinquished their control to the masses and the voters took the wheel and decided who stayed and who didn’t in this competition. It’s always a crapshoot. How’s it going to go? Does everyone else like the same people I do? What’s going to happen now that some of our beloved couples have been split up? And midway through the program it dawned on me that we were veering in a horribly wrong direction and I had half a mind to stop this car right now! if the voters didn’t behave and get back on course.
Because how else to explain Kathryn’s presence in the bottom two? It was so, so, so many shades of wrong. She and Ellenore are toe to pointed toe the most talented female dancers of the season. She’s never made a misstep. No, America, I don’t get it. I don’t understand a lot of things about this country, really. Like why they discontinued Chocolate Cherry Garcia ice cream. Why the Nets can’t seem to win a game this season. How some people can choose to put off talking to police after an accident. And why Kathryn was voted into the bottom two. Why, America, why? My heart all but sunk at the news. I wrote a big NOOOOOO! in my notes. And my dinner of leftover turkey (yes, still) churned uneasily in my stomach (kind of like whenever I see Dominic getting people on the street to do samba rolls for K-Mart diamond bracelets). Though I don’t know if I was upset more because Kathryn was in danger, or because Cat’s announcement meant that both Ashleigh and Mollee were in the clear this week. And yet I knew I wasn’t alone in my surprise that Mollee made it through unscathed: Did you see the camera pan to Ellenore? Girlfriend had a look of utter shock on her face. You and me both, sister. You and me both.
Not Kathryn! My guess was that audiences didn’t latch on to the beauty and grace of Kathryn’s sublime Broadway routine, or have much of a taste for the rumba. Or that this was the cold hard truth of what happens when she’s left alone without the security (and massive voting block) of her beloved Legacy, who himself slid by so easily on a vampire cape and a headstand to the top 8. Sigh — maybe it’s hard to stand on your own when you don’t have use of your Legz.
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