Et le lendemain, tu as commenc? ? te transformer en ton fond d'?crand'ordinateur?-Non... En un clone de mon fr?re... J'avais sa photo sur ma table d...nuit... Je suis son jumeau, maintenant!Il s'arr?ta et me d?visagea, surpris.-Euh... Comment tu le sais?-J'ai lu l'inscription, moi aussi!-Mais non, il y a une semaine, tu ?tais exactement comme tu es. Nous?tions les meilleures amies et...-Attends une minute... Personne n'a remarqu? ta transformation?-Non, c'est comme si la r?alit? elle-m?me. "That wasn't as bad as I thought it would be," Josh said. "There was one limb that I thought was going to knock me off the sled, but it just brushed my parka back." I was watching," Mike said. "That was a low one, all right." Sure was nice of those guys in Warsaw to go ahead of us and break trail," Josh commented."Yeah," Mike said. "Mark and I thought of asking them to do it, but decided we'd already asked enough of them." That was a heck of a welcome, for two in the morning," Josh said."That. Her neighbor welcomed us inside. She was wearing a pink nightie. She said, “Maya bhabhi, who is this hot guy you have got? I want a share of him too.” Maya replied, “ Fatima, he is my friend’s son. He is here to do MBA and will be staying here with me.” “Oh, that’s great. So I can meet him everyday”I said, “Aunty, I am feeling hungry. Can we start with dinner?” Fatima put her finger on my lips and said, “Shhh…Beta don’t call me aunty. Call me Fatima. I have made Biryani for you.” We sat down to. Anna, Michelle and Mick worked the press in shifts. Karen was not comfortable in front of reporters and she and Junior tucked themselves away. In the main, the questions were softball, and Sony had their media guy on hand to ensure they stayed that way. No questions about Mal 'The Man' Mouton were permitted. The press interviews were managed and manipulated to ensure the maximum possible exposure sans scandals of any kind.After dinner there was a rest period before sound check and the concert.