10:56 Saturday Morning   Do I really think he'll Call? Chelsea got the phone numbers from Caleb when I was offline, so I called James. He told me when Powershred was playing and it was that night so I asked my dad if I could go and after a little bit of negotiation (but not much), he let me. I took my video camera. And a waterbottle this time. Powershred played first. We got a real moshpit going this time, It was so fun! Baby's first mosh! And the last song they played, no one moshed, but Caleb took my hand. So I took his other hand and led him into the middle of the semi circle, and we jumped around in front of everyone holding hands. it was so awesome!!!121! Then we all went back to our corner (hehe! we have a corner!) and sat around talking while some really bad rock band played. Then a sweet-as gothic rock metal band played. It was fucking awesome. I moshed to one of their songs too. I thought they were awesome! Then a mediocre band that didn't really catch my attention played. Ink played next, I think. They were good this time and only played three songs! They only slaughtered one song that I knew! i was so proud of them. But my ears still bled. After Ink, either one or two more bands played. Caleb and I left around 11. We walked down the big corporate street in the pouring-down rain. We held hands and he held up a black umbrella. And we jumped over the puddles but they were too big and we landed in them and made loud, big splashes. And the rain poured down. My hands were cold and his arm was warm, so I let go of his hand and held onto his arm. "Hello, albert, how are you this evening?" I asked. "Good day, Beatrice...Hey! I remembered! You know, I saw a street called Beatrice PLace. We should go there some day." And we laughed and stopped under a streetlamp and moved the umbrella and watched the rain come pouringdown in the light and it looked so pretty and it landed on our faces wet and cold. It made the puddles look like they had thousands of little fountains, splashing up and they were such big little raindrops. We ran across the streets and our feet got wet in the puddles, and I sang for him, singing in the rain in the rain. The door was locked when we got to his house and I held the umbrella over my head while he ran to get a key. And I shook the umbrella off outside and we took off our wet shoes and we went to his bedroom and sat on the couch, and I put my warm hands on his face. And I noticed my pants were went like sopping and he said, "...I was going to say we should get you out of those wet clothes but..." I said, "I'll be fine, I don't even notice, but you've got two pairs of pants just lying on your bed there, maybe you should change into one of them." He went in the hall and changed and came in and said if I wanted I could wear the other pair. But it was okay, I don't even notice. My phone rang and it was my dad asking me where I was, and then how did I get back to Caleb's, and then he was mad we walked in the pouring-down rain and I said, "We had an umbrella" and he was okay again. So he came and got me. It was such a great night. Such a great day. Even with the fight with my mum. The rain is so beautiful. When Mummy comes home I want to borrow the car and go to his house so we can cook foods of a Greek nature. Yay!