Norske Talenter (series 2) - Final

Final

Nr. Place came Artist Age(s) From Talent Performance Result
8 1st Quick 17-18 Oslo Dance Troupe Hip hop dance: Performed a routine to a self-mixed song Winners
2 2nd Lydia Hoen Tjore 14 Radøy Singer Classical singing: Performance of "The Prayer" Runner-Up
3 3rd Brian Aksnes Hoseth 6 Verdal Magician Magic: Performed a routine with a tent, a teddy bear and a girl 3rd Place
1 4th-9th Absence & Blipp 18-24 Bergen Dance Troupe & Beatboxer Dancing and beatboxing: Performance to "Beat It", "I Like to Move it, Move it" and other songs beatboxing and breakdancing 4th-9th Place
4 4th-9th Røa Eldresenter 69-83 Røa Rap Troupe Rap: Performed a rap of "We Will Rock You" 4th-9th Place
5 4th-9th Håkon Ricardo Storstadmo 13 Vukku Opera Singer Opera singing: Performance of "Torna a Surriento" 4th-9th Place
6 4th-9th René Skar 24 Fyllingsdalen Rapper Rap: Performed his own summer song "Beautiful Day" with many girls on stage 4th-9th Place
7 4th-9th Aaro Petrus Kontio 24 Finland Diabolo Artist Diabolo: Performed a diabolo routine to rock music with 4 burning diabolos + he wore a burning hat 4th-9th Place
9 4th-9th Sebastian James Hekneby 18 Tønsberg Singer Singing: Performed "One Moment in Time" by Whitney Houston 4th-9th Place

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