Sorry, Smirkelstiltskin, but youre going to have to sit this one out.
He simply exploded then and there on my shoulder in a cloud of sulfur and glitter paint.
Truth be told, much of the evening up until that moment was deadly dull.
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But you know who was?
Thats right, the official American Matinee Idol, Zac Efron!
Allllltogether now:Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
But where, I ask you, were the signs for Debbie?
True to form, she made a beeline right for the singing, dancing, 80s-body-switching-teen-comedy-reviving, skinny-jeans-addicted phenom.
Kris, how many times must we tell you, no sudden movements around Paula!
Man, some heartthrobs just get all the breaks.
Not that the Efron isnt ungrateful.
Thats right: Its a Mensch-Off!
(Point, Kris Allen.)
(Point, the Efron.)
she seemed to say to Simon.
Really, he seemed to curtly nod back to her.
We hopped into the ad break.
(Point, the Efron.)
Simon, read the sign, you should tune up your style with GOKEY glasses.
And it was at this precise moment that the mood inside the studio shifted into an entirely new gear.
Right before Matt began to sing, Danny yelled Come on!
And then Matt started singing.
That was definitely the case with Matt.
(Point, and match, Kris Allen.)
As the judges deliberated, those chants of Save!
goaded on by all six remaining Idols brought a huge grin to my face.
I could practically hear the score fromRudyplaying in the background, and I loved it.
Not surprisingly, the joyous mood spilled over after the show.
Danny signed posters and made multiple heart hand signals.
If Im not too careful, my snark demon may forsake me altogether.
Or am I just a big ol softy whos clearly lost whatever edge he ever hoped to maintain?
And what should I put on my sign for Debbie that is less lame than Debbie Rocks?
