So all that stuff last year about You being the Person of the Year? We take it back. It turns out that You are capable of picking every bit as soggy a wad of sugary mush as the Idol producers have for every finale to date. The winner of the first Idol songwriting contest is, shall we say, not exactly a tune you can imagine on a Blake Lewis record, and he has no clue what to do with it. He starts it sitting down and going with a shy-cute-guy-asking-you-to-prom approach that fits his more laid-back ballad style. But then the song opens up the schmaltz spigot, and Blake just gets lost in the torrent. This is not his now. He can't sing this song, and he can't perform it, and so he's reduced to bouncing anxiously on stage as if waiting for the ordeal to be over, or to go to the bathroom. The judges are sympathetic, with Simon even suggesting that voters should throw this one out and judge him on his first two songs. But if they really want to level the playing field, they need to make Jordin beatbox.