Kids Rule BGT 2025: Champagne tricks, sky-high vocals, and a golden buzzer
The night the kids ran the show
They walked in giggling about “Minion Land,” promised not to “make me look stupid,” and asked for prize money to buy bananas. Then they racked up four yeses. That set the tone. Britain’s Got Talent 2025 put the stage in children’s hands and watched them drive.
The jokes made room for nerve and craft. Across the night, judges Simon Cowell, Amanda Holden, Alesha Dixon, Bruno Tonioli, and guest judge KSI took turns getting outfoxed, out-danced, and, at least once, outgunned by an electric guitar.
Teddy, eight, and already in control
Teddy from Kent walked out with a calm “My name is Teddy,” and a warning. “It’s gonna be quite unusual.” He served the judges drinks with the moral authority of a maître d’ in tiny shoes. When Simon guessed the champagne was Teddy’s favorite, Teddy blinked: “I’m eight.”
Then he set up his twin obsessions: “Now my two favorite things in the whole world, magic and fizzy orange.” He handed Simon a bottle and needled him like a coach on a sideline. “Can you shake the bottle for me, Simon? Harder? More. Harder.” Someone squeaked, “Is it gonna go up in my face?” Teddy didn’t flinch.
“Let me show you some magic.”
He switched gears with a prank that sent ripples through the front row. “Where’s my spider?” he deadpanned, as grown-ups lifted their feet. Then came the kicker: he had Simon pick a card, rip it, keep a corner, and return the rest. Minutes later, KSI peeled the label off a champagne bottle and found a card tucked beneath. Teddy asked Simon to hold up the rescued card and compare edges.
“The corner that you have, do they match?”
They did. Amanda put words to the room’s face. “I’m just in awe of what I’ve just seen. It’s incredible. You’re so confident.” Alesha added, “I cannot believe you’re eight years old… the whole thing was absolutely fantastic.” When it came to the vote, the panel didn’t hesitate. “It’s a yes from me, Teddy.” “I’m saying yes.” And KSI, asked to call it, delivered with a grin: “A massive yes.”
Destiny dances seven years into two minutes
Destiny, ten, from London, has trained seven years and looks like it. “I’m coming to do, like, a lyrical jazzy dance for you,” she said, then painted the stage in arcs and flips that landed soft and sure. The performance carried a steady smile that disarmed even as it impressed.
One judge leaned back, wide-eyed. “Outstanding.” KSI laughed at himself—“I wouldn’t try that”—and then praised the control. “Absolutely incredible, and I loved it. Destiny, you smashed it.” Simon homed in on the process behind the polish: “You put a lot of time into that, didn’t you? You must be shattered.” Four yeses chased her offstage, and she floated anyway.
An 11-year-old from Essex carries “Let It Go”
Elizabeth Lyons, eleven, from Chelmsford, admitted she woke up “really nervous,” then took on a song that breaks knees. At first, her voice sat small and tight. Then the chorus hit, and the room reset around her. By the final run, she looked at ease inside a mountain of melody.
“I cannot believe such a massive voice comes out with such a little tiny person.”
That was Amanda, who also said Elizabeth “really built the song.” Alesha watched the arc: “At the beginning, you were nervous, but I felt by the time we got to the end of the song, you were flying.” Another judge laughed at the visual. “You look like Cinderella on stage.” The vote came quick: “Incredible smile. Incredible voice. I’m saying yes.” Then, “You’ve got four yeses, darling.”
A Manchester mover with world-tour plans
Jeremiah, twelve, from Manchester, announced his dream without blinking. “I want to win so I can tour the world dancing.” He joked that he’d buy a car simulator first—he “really love[s] to drive”—then tore through a set with the kind of confidence that makes a stage feel smaller.
The notes afterward were short and happy. “You commanded the stage.” “We were loving it.” One judge called him “a natural performer.” Smiles turned into votes. “I’m saying yes.” Then, in chorus: “We’re all saying yes.”
Sequins, salsa, and “Mini Bruno”
A trio in matching sparkle answered to “Genesis,” and when asked who made the outfits, they shouted a name with affection: “Maureen.” The youngest had “just turned eight.” The routine layered tumbling with sharp hits and a cheeky sense of timing that read as swagger, not sugar.
Bruno lit up first. “You had incredible energy. You were very cheeky. And I loved all the little touches of Latin dances… a bit of salsa there, a bit of samba there, and then a bit of contemporary grooving.” He finished the thought the way only Bruno can: “Keep the passion going, darling.” The panel followed: “Adorable… great choreography.” Yeses, plural. Backstage, the girls grinned like they had pocketed a secret.
South Wales brings backup: Bustamove and the parents
“We are Bustamove,” the next crew said, “from South Wales.” They brought the whole village. Parents stood up in the crowd. Someone’s nan waved. The setup paid off when the adults stood to join the kids in a finale that turned the theatre into a family wedding with better sound.
“What an amazing surprise. The warmth, the love, the enthusiasm, the one man at the back. Well done.”
That dry line cracked the judges. Alesha framed what had worked. “We love the element of surprise on this show, and you delivered in abundance.” Someone spotted a star in training: “Dominic, I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.” Asked what he’d spend the prize on, Dominic didn’t blink. “Lots of sweets.” Four easy yeses later, the kids hugged the parents who usually “taxi you everywhere” and “pay for everything.” For once, everyone got to dance.
From Romania, a voice with weight
“My name is Maya Giotia. I am from Romania, and I’m 14 years old.” She scanned the crowd for her parents and found them. Then she sang like the mic had asked her a serious question. No wobble, no panic—just a tone that carried its own patience.
“This was the most mature, accomplished version of this song that I’ve heard from someone so young… You killed it.”
Another judge spoke to the engine under the sound. “The runs, the power. I felt every word.” Amanda turned coach and historian. “With confidence like that, you just blew me and everyone here away.” Then she offered a memory to hold: “Grab some of golden dust and put it in your pockets because you are not gonna forget this moment.” Maya cried and said the obvious truth: “This has been the biggest dream.”
Waxham’s guitar hopeful hits a golden buzzer
Ollie, eleven, from Waxham, walked out with a black-case kind of promise and nerves he didn’t try to hide. “It’s the best thing in the world to feel nervous,” a judge told him. He nodded. He learned guitar at seven with his granddad. Asked for a hero, he answered, “Angus Jones from ACDC.” The room smiled at the slip and leaned in anyway.
Then he played. What landed wasn’t polite talent-show riffing. It was attack and control, with bends that sang and rhythm that never lost the pocket. The judges traded a look that kids learn to read early—this is not normal—and the audience answered with a roar that didn’t wait for the last note.
The golden buzzer lit the night. Tears, a stunned kid, a granddad somewhere grinning at a screen. The panel moved at once to put what they’d heard into a path. Moments earlier, Ollie had said the dream out loud: “I dreamt… to become the best guitarist in the world.” After the buzzer, it sounded less like a wish and more like a plan.
What the night proved
Across these auditions, the pattern held. The smallest performers treated the stage like a friend. They joked about bananas, handed out drinks, and ordered adults to “shake” bottles “harder.” They brought parents into the frame and made judges drop the critic voice for the human one. When someone stumbled at the start, they figured it out by the end. That was true for Elizabeth’s “Let It Go,” and it was true for the shy smiles that turned to shoulders-back walks after four yeses.
Simon kept spotting the work behind the sparkle: “You put a lot of time into that.” Amanda named the feeling: “I’ve never seen anything like that in my life.” Alesha reached for metaphor—“You look like Cinderella on stage”—because plain language sometimes can’t carry a room that big. Bruno heard salsa where you wouldn’t expect it. KSI kept it simple when needed: “A massive yes.”
Watch the full video to meet them as they met the room: Teddy with the spider that wasn’t, Destiny smiling through the flips, Elizabeth growing as the chorus rose, Jeremiah owning the floor, Genesis dancing like pros in Maureen’s handiwork, Bustamove turning support into spectacle, Maya singing with depth beyond her age, and Ollie striking the chord that made a golden buzzer feel inevitable. The season is wide open. The kids already unlocked the door.
