The Candy Apples folks are pissed about it in the hallway, and Anthony breaks down and cries. I think I actually kind of feel bad about it. I’ve been married too long or something.
Anthony decides to be the bigger man and let’s it go. Then we go back into the Candy Apples dressing room for some more stuff no one cares about.
Time for Paige’s rehearsal. Her nemesis in this category will be some kid in the worst costume I’ve ever seen on a dude. Like… it’s terrible. Yeesh. He’s supposed to be a bird, but he looks like Harley Quinn would look in a Cirque du Soleil set in Gotham or something. It’s just strange.
Paige is next, and she’s great, but her choreography and music are so bubble gum and peppy. Those routines hardly ever beat the emotional slow ones. I don’t get why Abby gives choreography like this.
Things are going swimmingly, and then Jill tells Kelly she wants her to apologize for the way she dragged Kendall into their dispute. Then Kelly brings in Christi, saying that she would never yell in a kid’s face like Christi did to hers. Oh boy. Christi says she feels badly about it all. She also says she don’t think things will ever be the same, but it’s because of Kelly. Kelly then just stops arguing, with nothing resolved. That annoys me.
The girls come out in costume and are ready to get on stage. Abby is nervous about it, because all she cares about is beating Cathy, as always.
And just when we thought costumes couldn’t be any worse, we see the little biker costumes on Cathy’s boys. Dreadful. Simply dreadful. The look like some Little Tikes toys in the form of Spice Girls. It’s really bad.
The two teams run into each other in the hallway, and there’s a bit more confrontation. Cathy calls Jill “Double Chin,” and Jill calls Cathy really old. To both of these things, one little Apple kid keeps reacting with an instigating “Ooooooh,” and I laugh and he jumps up a couple points on my scale. Jill tells her to shut up, and Cathy tells Jill that everyone thinks Jill looks like a man. Now, as much crap as I give Jill, I would never mistake her for a man. A mannequin, maybe. But not a man.
After the ALDC team walks off, Cathy pulls her team’s parents asides and scolds them for not sticking up to her. So lame.
So the senior group is up first, and it’s pretty good. Brooke never quite shows much emotion when she dances, but she always kills the actual dancing.
Then it’s the little Bicycle Boys. Theirs just makes me uncomfortable, and the song they dance to sounds like an awful intro song played when an awful wrestler comes out into a sticky arena full of smelly mouth-breathers. And it’s like the singer tried to be Marilyn Manson for a minute in there. So bad.
Next up is the actual ALDC team. They nail it, as usual. They’re so in sync that it baffles me. I don’t know much about dancing, but I can tell when people are together.
Awards time! Paige’s solo gets second, right under bird boy. Respectable, given her choreography and music. But his costume…. ugh.
Awards for duo/trio. The dad tribute gets second. That one’s gotta sting for ol’ Anthony. Once again, I think I might actually feel bad for him a bit. Maddie and Chloe get first, of course.
Then the senior group gets first of course.
Time out, though. There are only like six or so groups onstage, right? Take a look. And when it shows the audience, there’s less people out there than there are onstage. This seems a bit weird, no?
Anyways, time for the group awards. Second is…. Biker Boys. First place…. Bad Girls. Nailed it. Cathy loses again.
Back in the dressing room, Holly tries to talk some more sense into Kelly. Kelly doesn’t want to be friends with Christi, since she still believe Christi yelled in Paige’s face. She also says that she always knew in the back of her head that Christi would stab her in the back. What kinda weird paranoid shit is that? I mean, granted, I feel that way about my wife, but that’s normal. ….right?