The second round has begun. We were backstage in our costumes. Trish, Rosie, and my outfits were kind of slutty, but we look hot. The guys had on some clothes that make them look like rappers.
Rosie had on a black shirt and a black skirt with a long veil around her waist, and one of those black top hats. Trish was wearing a black jumpsuit that was able to light up when you turn it on. I had on a black ball gown dress with a black jacket, but I won't be in a dress for long.
"Welcome to Round Two of the 17th Annual Big Show Case!" said Jimmy. "Now may I introduce the Dancing Queens."
Kira, Cassidy, and Tilly were in sparkly outfits. Tilly and Cassidy were wearing silver, while Kira was wearing gold.
Their music started.
Cassidy sang: I wanna hold em like they do in Texas please
Fold em let em hit me raise it baby stay with me, I love it
Luck and intuition play the cards with Spades to start
And after he's been hooked I'll play the one that's on his heart
Oh, oh, oh
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
Oh, oh, oh
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
Can't read my, can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
(She's got to love nobody)
Can't read my, can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
(She's got to love nobody)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
Tilly sang: I wanna roll with him a hard pair we will be
A little gambling is fun when you're with me, I love it
Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun
And baby when it's love if it's not rough it isn't fun, fun
Oh, oh, oh
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
Oh, oh, oh
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
Can't read my, can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
(She's got to love nobody)
Can't read my, can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
(She's got to love nobody)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
(Mum mum mum mah)
(Mum mum mum mah)
The song started changing.
Yes!
It's so crazy right now!
Most incredibly, it's ya girl, Bee,
It's ya boy, young.
You ready?
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no
Yea, history in the making,
Part 2, it's so crazy right now
Kira sang: I look and stare so deep in your eyes,
I touch on you more and more every time,
When you leave I'm begging you not to go,
Call your name two or three times in a row,
Such a funny thing for me to try to explain,
How I'm feeling and my pride is the one to blame.
'Cause I know I don't understand,
Just how your love your doing no one else can.
Got me looking so crazy right now, your love's
Got me looking so crazy right now (in love)
Got me looking so crazy right now, your touch
Got me looking so crazy right now (your touch)
Got me hoping you'll page me right now, your kiss
Got me hoping you'll save me right now
Looking so crazy in love's,
Got me looking, got me looking so crazy in love
It ended. Their song was great. Everybody applauded for them.
After Dancing Queens was the English Prisoners. They did a mashup of S&M by Rhianna and All I Do is Win by DJ Khaled.
It was our turn. The snapping to our music started.
Where's all my soul sista's. Let me hear your flow sista.
Hey sister, go sister, soul sister, flow sister
Hey sister, go sister, soul sister, go sister
Rosie:
He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge
Strutting her stuff on the street
She said, hello, hey Joe
You wanna give it a go, oh
Gitchi gitchi ya ya da da (hey hey hey)
Gitchi gitchi ya ya hee (hee oh)
Mocca chocolata ya ya (ooh yeah)
Creole Lady Marmalade (ohh)
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir (oh oh)
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Trish:
He sat in her boudoir while she freshened up
Boy drank all that magnolia wine
On her black satin sheets
Is where he started to freak, yeah
Gitchi gitchi ya ya da da (da da yeah)
Gitchi gitchi ya ya hee (ooh yeah yeah)
Mocca chocolata ya ya (yeah, yeah)
Creole Lady Marmalade, uh
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir (ce soir)
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi (ooh)
The music started changing. It was Dez and Nelson's turn.
Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted…One moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?
Nelson: His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's chokin, how everybody's jokin now
The clock's run out, time's up over, blao!
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
He's so mad, but he won't give up that easy
Dez: No, He won't have it, he knows his whole backs of these ropes ropes
It don't matter, he's dope
He knows that, but he's broke
He's so stacked that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's
Back to the lab again yo
This whole rapsody
He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo
The music was changing back to Lady Marmalade. It was Austin and my part now.
Austin:
Yeah, yeah, aw
We come through with the money and the garter belts
Let 'em know we 'bout that cake, straight out the gate
They're independent women, some mistake them for whores
I'm saying, why spend mine when I can spend yours
Disagree, well that's you and I'm sorry
I'ma keep playing these cats out
Rosie: like Atari!
Austin: They wear high heeled shoes, getting love from the Jews
Three bad ass chicks from
Trish: the Moulin Rouge
Austin: They drink wine with diamonds in the glass
By the case, the meaning of expensive taste
We wanna gitchi gitchi ya ya (come on)
Mocca chocolata (what)
Creole Lady Marmalade
One more time, come on now
Marmalade (ooh)
Lady Marmalade (ooh yeah)
Marmalade (ohh)
I sang:
Hey, hey, hey
Touch of her skin feeling silky smooth, oh
Color of cafe au lait, alright
Made the savage beast inside
Roar until he cried
More, more, more
Trish:
Now he's back home doing nine to five (nine to five)
Rosie:
Living a gray flannel life
I sang:
But when he turns off to sleep, memories keep
More, more, more
Gitchi gitchi ya ya da da (da da)
Gitchi gitchi ya ya hee (ohh)
Mocca chocolata ya ya (ooh)
Creole Lady Marmalade
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir (ce soir)
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi (all my sisters, yeah)
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir (ce soir)
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi (ohh)
Rosie, Trish & I sang: Creole Lady Marmalade! Ooooh, yes!
After the music stopped, everyone cheered for us.