On an evening fraught with tension (Will Maks and Len come to blows? Will Hope survive the anti-Maks backlash to dance another week?), we begin with a lovely encore from J.R. and Karina… and their zippy little quickstep.
As a further reward, they get a solo trip to Elimination Station– where they learn they’re safe.
April Rhodes (er, Kristin Chenowith) returns to the stage, following up last night’s stellar performance(s). Wicked good. (Get it? ‘Wicked‘? Ha!)
The second and third stars who get to dance another day are… Ricki and Nancy! Wheee.
And then for, what, the sixth consecutive week we’re treated to a package about how the stars are going through hell and back to compete on this show. It’s nerve-wracking! It’s stressful! They sometimes want to just give up! I want to throw up in my mouth a little!
Corbin Bleu (sans his Sideshow Bob locks) takes the stage now for a little song and dance number with the Macy’s Stars of Dance. None too shabby, Monsieur Bleu.
After a commercial, the hits keep on a-comin’ with Martina McBride. Man, you can’t say this show isn’t diverse when it comes to the performers. Head. Spinning.
Back to the Red Light District we go, where we find (brbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbr!) David is safe! And Chaz is not! (…though I’m not entirely sure Chaz and Lacey even heard Brooke reveal their fate. Blank stares all around.)
Next up– Mark, Lacey, and a bunch of kids bop around to perhaps the best Halloween song ever (The Nightmare Before Christmas‘ “This Is Halloween”). Give me them over the Macy’s Stars of Dance any day.
Over to Brooke, who has Maks standing by– surely repentant of his comments from last night. Or not. (Though he did come to his senses overnight and realize that this is, in fact, not his show entirely. Wow, such gravitas.)
The last round of preliminations pits Rob and Hope against each other. Ass-kickin’ Rob is safe. Hope (or, more likely, Maks) is in jeopardy.
So it comes down to Hope and Chaz.
Going on the thought that pretty girls don’t last long, it could be Hope’s week. Or maybe Chaz’s boring penguin dance wasn’t enough to keep him in. Or maybe Maks ruffled a few million feathers last night. Or maybe the ‘Year of Chaz’ is over.
I’m thinking either (A) America loves Maks or (B) America pities Hope, because…
Chaz’ number is up.
Next week, another round of dances (it’s Halloween Week!), and another ‘star’ hits the high road.
See you then.
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