Group Day.  Group Day.  Meltdown Day.  The day where no one gets along.  Lest we forget that you dollups made it through the first Hollywood round? 

Wait, these people aren’t assigned groups? They have to choose members themselves?

I think the contestants have to make up a dance routine as well? This is not a dance competition.  I only care about the singing.

This is amateur night.  We’re six minutes in and already I’m agitated with these kids.

All this rehearsal is making me tired.  Enough bickering and catty ballyhoo.  Let’s see some performances.

Mary‘s proving to be a bit too much for me.  Even the vocal coach can’t take it anymore.

Favorite part of Ellen so far: when she dons the reading glasses for deliberation.

I love that Ryan Seacrest.  

This must take a serious emotional toll on the rejects.  I want so badly for them not to screw the song up.  When the words are forgotten, you’re as good as dead. Simon HATES that.

Hah! Ellen laughed at the contestants’ mistakes. Ha! Why did these idiots choose “Sweet Escape?”

So many tears, so few spots.  So hard the climb.

My God.  The Dreamers were horrible.  Mary, you led your flock astray.  Oh wow. Dead cats on stage.