We're moving on to the semi-finals!!!! Fox Trot went better than expected and the Tango was awesome. Jennifer did beat us - she came in first for the night - but I still feel good about it. The best part was the song Josh sang.

To properly explain this, I have to give you some background. When I was little my first crush was on Potsie from "Happy Days." There was an episode where he sang, "Put Your Head On My Shoulder" to Joanie and I thought it was the most romantic thing ever. Last year Josh and I watched the episode together when his Tivo just happened to record it.

So last night when it was time for him to sing, all of the dancers sat down on some stands that they had on the opposite side of the stage to watch him. He started playing the piano and when the first words of the song came out of his mouth... "put your head on my shoulder"... I just melted. He was singing it Michael Buble style (which I like better than Paul Anka or Potsie's versions) and it sounded so good. He looked right at me as he sang the line, "If there's a way I'll find it someday and then this fool will rush in." I don't know how I held it together. It was so unbelievable. It was like his way of tell me how he feels without actually breaking the pact!

After the song was over we found out the results for the night and then the show was over and our post-show reception started. I really wanted to talk to Josh. I really wanted to pull him aside and plant the biggest kiss on him, but people kept coming up to us and talking. We got pulled in different directions and I could barely get near him. People always want to ask questions about the dances. Last night people even wanted to ask questions about my personal life. "So are you and Josh dating?" That was awkward!

We kept looking at each from across the room and I saw him try a few times to get to me but someone would always get in the way. Then Angelo came up to me and told me that he thinks I should play up the romance in the dances. He thinks people like the romance because Josh and I have so much chemistry. He told me that people are talking about Josh and I and romance will help us win. More awkwardness. I want to win based on how good we dance, how entertaining we are, not on how much hype we can build!

After the reception Mona asked us to meet backstage to get our songs for next week. I walked back there and Josh was standing alone. I walked over to him and threw my arms around him and we just stood there holding on to each other. Finally we pulled apart and he smiled at me and said, "hi." It was so cute! And then there was me, grinning back at him like a lovesick puppy. All I could think of to say back was "hi." He brushed a piece of hair from my face (heart soar!) and said, "so I guess you liked the song?" I said, "Oh, it was okay." Sarcastic of course and he knew it. Then I started gushing about how he's better than Michael Buble and Paul Anka and that the world is missing out on his talent.

Mona came back then and gathered everyone together. Next week Josh and I are dancing the Samba to "It Had Better Be Tonight" (another Michael Buble song - we ballroom dancers love Michael Buble!) and we're dancing the Quickstep to "Love Is A Contact Sport" (an old Whitney Houston song).

Today was a long day. Josh went up to New York to take care of something at school. I was at work all day missing him like crazy. I spent the whole day thinking about him and how I'm going to get through the rest of this competition without going crazy. And then I was thinking about how things are going to be when the summer is over. Here I am whining about how I haven't seen him today, and I'm going to see him at dance lessons in another hour! In a few weeks he's going to be in England. Today - one day without him - was torture. I'm going to have to go four months. It's going to be agonizing. And he's going to be so far away. I can't even stand to think about it.

I've decided that I'm going to sing the Sara Evan's song, "Niagara," next week. I don't care if it gives me away. I need him to know. I just can't keep going on without him knowing that asking me not to love him is like asking Niagara not to fall.