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Casey Carlson. 20, Minneapolis.

Every Little Thing She Does is Magic by The Police

Another *interesting* song selection; a group song for a solo audition before America. She does a little vocal gymnastic through the first line, which falls short. As does the pitch heading into the title line. Okay, Stevie, you're off the hook. Because this is nearly as bad. Anybody got Janay Castine's phone number? She did better than Stevie and Casey. And Casey looks so good, too. She can't hit the low notes at all. The title line requires about 1/3 of an octave range, and she's barely got that. Tragic? Yeah, that's a good word.

A 3.

Randy: Uhh ... eww. Not good for me. Kinda weird for me. Amazing song, but wrong for you. Weirdly karaoke. Didn't get it.
Kara: Everything about that was wrong.
Randy, singing: Everything about that was wrong ...
Kara: You don't touch the Police. You leave them alone. Do a girly anthem. The weird dancing. The motions, so overdone. You're a package artist. You fell really flat.
Poler: Casey, there's no mistaking, you are the most beautiful girl there is. That's part of the package. But picking that song? No connection. Your phrasing was weird. That's a hard song to sing. Sting is iconic. It didn't work for you.
Simon: How do you think it's gone?
Casey: I had a lot of fun.
:: polite applause ::
Simon: The singing was atrocious. You could not have chosen a worse song. You should not have been allowed to sing that, actually. It doesn't tell us what kind of artist you want to be. It's karaoke.
Paula: The faces, the winking ...
Simon: That's the least of your problems, the winking.