Well, between sarcasm and torture, the judges whittled down the contestants from 54 to The Top 36.
I think voting starts next week. I’ve never voted.
Sitting on oversize, red velvet-looking armchairs, still not getting Simon’s “in” jokes, and prolonging the decisions until I thought more than one hopeful would have a heart attack, (and it would never be those I think needed one), one by one, or two by two dueling vocals in some cases, we have the contenders.
Not much more to say – I’m done.