And yet, even if neither of them had auditioned, this audition would've been something to remember. Erik "Silky" Moore for starters kicks out a scintillating audition that is so tight that the music seems to be spun out of his body. And then there's Cristina Moya-Palacios -- nuff said.
To return to Silky for the moment, I've picked up on another non-dance quality that this show measures, which is to say a dancer's ability to put up with an obnoxious impresario's intrusive whims. Nigel interrupts Silky's solo after it's already begun, which I think is the height of rudeness; Silky is charismatic enough to roll with it, though -- ticket to
Either the dancers are getting smaller, or Cat is getting taller.