‘America's Got Talent’s' St Louis Stay Stuffed with Straight Jackets, Singers, and Soloists Turned Trios

The largest number of hopefuls in the history of America's Got Talent turned out to strut their stuff for the first time, and Season 7 was the start of bigger dreams for some, and sad farewell for others, but it was a heartfelt and heart stopping night all in one.

Howie Mandel brought his mom to tag along, giving a little moral support to the other Howard, and he only had a slight hissy fit as he saw Sharon Osbourne embrace her after touching so many fingers of fans. The throngs were like never before, so how would the talents measure up? Tom Bonham was a senior puppeteer at 65, a tiny teddy bear atop his shoulder. His puppets were precious, but his manipulation skills were mediocre at best, so he parted company with the judges' panel quickly, Howie having a warm spot, seeing his act was so atrocious it was endearing, encouraged Tom to never "give up the dream." The auditions became a bad dream for the three behind the microphones, as a solo drummer who seemed better suited to selling Avon than selling a song came to represent a band that no judge felt truly existed. Believe it or not, the artistic merits of exploding 7-Up cans and a dancing chicken were up for the panel's debate, prior to a young cowboy roper literally getting a "butt buzz" from Stern, sitting on his red disc, as his cohorts said simple "No's," and Howard having even less coordination with the lasso in hand. Youth prevailed, though, in a display demonstrating that the city with the arch was worthy as an America's Got Talent contender!

Isaac Ryan Brown is a young man who already knows who he is at six years old, and he's not shy about discussing his identity, or that of the judges, discussing the rights of parents to name kids "whatever they want," even parents of two kids named Howard, making addressing his judges "confusing." The precious lad had no confusion about singing or dancing, and the little showman sold everyone in sight in no time, sealing it with his comment that all that really matters is "comin' from the heart," and three votes to Vegas soon followed. Whether he sings or offers philosophy, audiences are ready to hear more from Isaac! At 26, Spencer Horseman is quite a bit older than Isaac, but still said he was the youngest escape artist, and had scars to prove it. Nick Cannon strapped him in his straight jacket, attesting to all the device was for real, before the young man was suspended by a blazing rope, given only 120 seconds to free himself before a giant machine claw clamped onto him. Sharon Osbourne could not bear to watch, but the audience could not look away, even if only through openings between fingers. Horseman's act was pure heart-stopping suspense heaven, and naturally, he'll come back for more in Vegas, and hopefully Howard's hope that the kid kills himself never manifests.

A girl gang of Irish dancers with a pixie princess finishing in and Angelina Jolie pose quite pleased the panel, as did a hip-hop violinist with a vivacious vibe, along with another young singer brandishing glasses and a guitar, looking like an American incarnation of the Scottish Proclaimers. Little Ozzy knew he was destined to perform for Sharon, the wife of his idol, the real Ozzy Osbourne. He even chose the anthem Ozzy wrote for his beloved, "Mama, I'm Comin' Home," as his audition selection. Mrs. O was clearly swept up in sentiment, but not in the vocal sound of the diminutive version of her husband, giving him an X along with a parting hug, meaning a unanimous pass on this puny Prince of Darkness! The Cut Throat Freak Show is one of those acts many must be forced to watch, and only a handful have a true taste for, but their gruesome mix of handstands on glass shards, suspending a chair by the eyelids, and sword swallowing impressed the guys to give them the stage in Vegas, while Sharon still shook her head, and still more likely chose to switch channels.

Ron Christopher Porter got to live a dream come true, just not the one he arrived at his audition with, as he performed his voice-over act to acclaim, but leaving little hope that it could become a viable Vegas act. Howard Stern's buzzer dropped him to a lump at center stage, so in consolation, Howie Mandel gave him the gift of understudy with host Nick Cannon for the night, and his glorious expressions of glee were semblances of grabbing that million!

Curtis Cuttis Bey makes a living recycling trash, but revels in visions of himself as Rick James. Poor Curtis couldn't even manage the courtesy of making it past the first line of his song before the curse of the triple X's came. To the rescue came Nick and protégé Ron, hoping that a trio would do the trick, but even as "Sexual Chocolate," the impromptu name Nick bestowed, Curtis couldn't capture approval, so it's a good thing the vocation of garbage remains.