Hum Nine...Wow only 9, Nix has like, 14.

The wild wind howls like a black cat, stalked into the half light of the alleyway.

Well it would. E9 is scary at night. It's not actually night, it's 7:27 AM, but whatever, Trevor, it feels like night. There's a midnight blue kind of darkness and the trees outside are stripped bare from a post-autumn wind. Consecrated Paul McCartney, I sound like a dead poet.

Director's call: START AGAIN.

Okay, so this weekend me and Tammy and Sheree and Emma went to a dance party. It was fabby. We danced till midnight. Well that's a lie, we danced till eleven and then got McDonalds on the way home. >LOL<.

So yeah, I think yous all should come watch my brother's band perform.
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GOSH, I don't know where it is, but I do know that it's this Saturday (17th June) Somewhere in Otara at 2:00 PM. SO BE THERE! (I might not actually be there on the account of having to fundraise for the Sumatran tiger with Tammy.) (Come on guys, they need SOME support) (oh, and all the details are on the music room notice board) (I think they're down as either Eddie's Band or Driftwood). (Or maybe Eddy's Band) (But go anyway) (because, I mean like,----)

Director's call: START AGAIN! (and do it with a little less drama this time)

The black cat hunted it's shadow through the post-midnight gloom of the early dawn. The sun was a dormant volcano, waiting to erupt into the morning sky, and the trees...