In Wuhan, running around in between sound checks and the shows, the best pictures were the ones I didn't take. A beauty contest on the street ( the judges were amazed I wasn't Chinese and waved for me to join) , the looks on the faces of everyone when we walked into a tiny restaurant , Two young policemen in front of the stage goofing off and dancing to Sinatra tunesOn the second night it was windy and raining, We huddled in the only dry corner of the stage, and tried to keep our notes from blowing away. I even ended up up playing in my raincoat, but we were having so much fun we hardly noticed how frozen our fingers were...
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