I went inside the dome for a bathroom break in a restroom with about 5 thousand stalls. I couldn't figure out how to flush the toilet and then I couldn't figure out the paper towel holder. I could see the roll was full but I couldn't see an end to pull on. "It's got a motion sensor." A low male voice spoke into my ear. He sounded sexy. He guided my hand over the sensor and the paper towels came out.

I turned around. It was Seacrest. "You know... I've also got a motion sensor." I take back the sexy part. He ran a finger through my hair.

"You're disgusting. Quit following me."

He winked. "What are you doing here, my sweet?"

"Me and my friend are auditioning. Not that it's any of your business."

He didn't say a word. He just stood there and smiled. It creeped me out. "What?"

"Call me Seacrest."

"No."

A girl came in and screamed in horror when she saw Ryan. She locked herself in a stall.

I rolled my eyes at Ryan and walked out of the washroom.

Mandy and I opted to sleep outside rather than try to find a spot in a crowded concourse. I also had concerns about trying to sleep through the Karaoke going on all night. Mandy slept in the tent and I slept on the ground outside. You'll probably see me on TV sleeping on the ground with a rat running over my face. I had seen one in the grass earlier, but I was too tired to care.

It took hours for me to drift off and once I finally did I was awoken by someone playing Aaron Carter's 'Do You Remember'. I uncovered my face just enough to peak one eye out. There was a grand piano next to my head. A pair of men's feet was tapping to the beat of the music. I recognized the pinstriped pants even before I pulled the blanket off my head. "Seacrest!" He continued with his ballad. "Do you remember why I walked on water for you?"

"That wasn't you! That was Jesus!"

"Do you remember my first steps on the moon?"

"That wasn't you! That was Lance Armstrong!"

Mandy stuck her head out of the tent. "Neil Armstrong!! Now shut the hell up!"

"Do you remember why I gave three wishes to you."

"That wasn't you! That was a genie that came out of a bottle I was rubbing!"

I yanked his shoe off his foot and tossed it at his head. "Shut. Up."

He stopped playing. "My hair! My product!"

He grabbed his shoe, screamed when he saw the rat, and ran down the street. I covered my head up and went back to sleep.