Ah, two dances. Either double the fun, or a gruelling reminder that these people have lives and jobs and adding a cha cha to a Viennese waltz at the end of a long series is just asking for a nervous breakdown on live TV. (That’s the producers asking. Preferably during the X Factor overlap.) Pretty much everyone fell victim to the two dance curse, whether producing at least one lacklustre performance or – in Georgia’s case – becoming a carrier for the plague. Was it a banner show? It was not. Did anyone scream “OOM PAH PAH” loud enough to wake the dead? They did not. Let’s take it as a win and move on.
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