Do you even know how much show they packed into this show tonight? Like, all of it. All of the show. Hardly any time for fluff pieces, even. I don't even have time to tell you what I'm going to tell you, so I'm just going to jump in and tell you.
Remember last week, when two rooms of contestants were put through to the next round, and they ran out into the giant hallway and screamed a lot? Whilst they were screaming, the judges came out and said hey, um, so all y'all jump onto a bus and let's shake this thing down to Vegas. Let's kick it Beatles-style, get in some mondo product placement, and if you survive Vegas, then we'll let you sing for us again in an airplane hangar. Who's down with that?
Omniscient narrator Ryan Seacrest (and I just typo'd R'yan,;he should totally add a silent apostrophe) informs us that we're down to 61 contestants. They've divided up into duos and trios (so much show that we didn't even see any group-forming drama) and it looks like they randomly chose songs from a box, but then later there's talk of song choice, so let's collectively agree that that song box didn't happen. Or did it? They caravan over to the Mirage hotel, where Cirque du Soleil performs a show set to Beatles music. This is convenient because these bus-riding ne'er-do-wells need a stage on which to get their Beatles groove (on? I've grammared myself into a corner), and this one has some random wacky stage props.