Monday, December 28, 2009
Tiffanie, Taylor, Vita, Chanel, Kara, Taryn, Meg, Brianne, and Remy lined up on stage. The air was thick with tension.
"All of you did wonderfully." Don adressed them. "But as you know, there can only be one winner."
"Right now I'd like to talk about some of your performances... Tiffanie."
"Yeah?" she gulped.
"What happened? I thought you guys had it in the bag. At the ned you just looked a little disoriented." said Don. "Taylor, you did a great job. You had wonderful presence."
"Next. The lumberjacks, (Kara looked down nervously) all three of you had great dancing skills, especially Taryn."
"Finally, the smustlers. Chanel, you were terrible. No two ways about it. And Vita, you let your team down at the end."
Don now readdressed the entire group. "One of you is the winner... and one of you is going home. The winner will be announced early tomorrow."
"The person who I call now must leave here, return to the house, pack your bags, and go home. I've thought long and hard about this, and if you can't impress me, then you'll never be my wife."
"The bachelorette who is be going home tonight is..."
"Vita."
"Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! " she cried into her hands, falling to her knees.
Don looked at his feet.
"I wanted it so bad." Vita was sobbing with despair.
"I'm sorry." Tiffanie bent down and put her arms around Vita. "I'm so sorry Vita."
"Waaaaaahh."
"Shhh... it's okay. C'mon, let's go." Tiffanie lifted her up and helped Vita off the stage, through the crowd, and away from everything.
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