The X Factor heads to North Carolina for some stormy auditions
The X Factor auditions were at the mercy of the elements and one very angry contestant on Thursday night.
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Julia has a very natural stage presence and gave a great performance of "Pumped Up Kicks," as her ex-boyfriend and soon to be ex-band-member looked on with a rather unsettling look of, shall we say, seething hatred. Apparently judge L.A. Reid, had been dreaming of a girl with a half-shaven head, a good stage presence, a decent voice, and relationship/band turmoil. "You're exactly what I have been looking for," he exclaimed passionately.
Jeffrey Adam Gutt, 36, struggling father of cute toddler bonded with another contestant backstage who told him that if was going to get beaten by someone, he'd like it to be someone like Jeffrey. Why is it that every female interaction is staged to look like the opening scenes to a G.L.O.W. match but the men get to play the supportive, encouraging roles? Jeffrey Gutt, who may have been able to fool us into believing his last name was pronounced like "goot" rather than "gut" if it weren't for the double "t" at the end, performed Leonard Cohen's, "Hallelujah" in a gritty, Bruce Springsteen kind of voice that Britney called soothing and Demi compared to Josh Groban. Double huh? But Simon immediately doubled down on the ludicrous feedback when he pointed out that Jeffrey was better than Josh Groban.
Queue Talon, Jeffrey's adorable 4-year-old, running out on stage. Yup, Talon Gutt. But don't worry - it's pronounced John Smith.
The highlight of the night was 21-year-old hairdresser, Krysten Colon, who decided she wanted to be a singer because she was tired of having to be on her feet all day.
Apparently she is going to be a lounge singer.
Krysten began her audition process by choosing Adele's, "Don't You Remember?" The audition wasn't all that bad but Simon, who is sick to death of contestants trying to take on Adele – and really who can blame him? – tells Krysten that she needs to come back later with a classic song. After only mildly maiming Adele, Krysten returns to butcher Whitney Houston so bad that even her family is wincing backstage (perhaps they were predicting the impending meltdown?). After four, "I'm-going-to-have-to-say-no's" from the judges Krysten loses her already tenuous composure and storms off the stage in a cloud of profanity.
Once back-stage Krysten's anger quickly atrophies into full blown temper-tantrum to which her mother tellingly coos, "You said you weren't going to do this." Obviously, Krysten is a repeat offender when it comes to histrionic exhibitions and as any parent of a toddler will tell you, adding an audience to a temper tantrum is like adding vinegar to baking soda. As the cameras continue to roll Krysten's behavior goes from bad to worse until she's menacingly wielding a metal chair as if it is a sword of vengeance.
And that, my friends, is a wrap of episode 4.
Good thing lightning never strikes twice.