Although she was highly praised by the judges, O'Neil suffered huge setbacks in both the Top 10 and Top 9 weeks of the finals, as she was voted in both the bottom three and bottom two, respectively.
Shocked by this, the judges urged viewers to vote for contestants like Melissa, who clearly had the best vocal abilities.
The judges were impressed by her vocals, and she made it through to the top 100 round.
On the first day, she sang the song "Concrete Angel" by Martina Mc Bride a cappella and again impressed the judges; but, on the final day of competition, she forgot the words to her chosen song and froze.
But the sexy, popular college basketball player doesn't appreciate all of Libby's awesomeness.
He refuses to be exclusive or even admit to people that they're dating.
Why would she when he was just a nobody high school drop out who served her…
Még egy Kelly Oram könyvben sem csalódtam, pont azért, mert remekül ért ahhoz, hogy hogy váltson át komolytalan, vicces szituációkból halálosan komolyba, mégis megtartva a kellemes hangulatot ami végig jelen van a könyveiben. And even weirder, everyone looked to him as if he was in charge. As if I’d forget the guy who called me a selfish slut.
Olvasás közben nem egyszer nevettem fel hangosan, és bizony volt pár rész, aminél elszorult a szívem, és egészen elszomorodtam. We’ve been trying to call her all day, and she hasn’t answered. He glanced around the circle once, and then met my gaze unflinchingly.
Nevertheless, the judges were still so impressed by her singing abilities that she continued to the top 32.
After scoring the highest number of votes in her semi-final group, again with "Concrete Angel", O'Neil was granted a place in the final 10 of the contest.
With his ability to play Bad Cop and his experience with the Twelve Step program he's the perfect candidate to be Libby's sponsor. They were comparing me to a drug addict and saying Owen was my crack? I came here to apologize to all of you, and this is what I get? He stood in a typical bouncer’s stance, with his feet shoulder width apart and his arms folded across his chest. I had to be wrong, though, because there was no way Mr. He gave me a dry look and added, “Capisce, Cider Chick?