First we were in the control room and we danced while this little-big show went off like a perfect song, nothing went wrong, the 2000 volunteers did the most amazing job and we danced for them while they danced on the field! It was nothing short of amazing!
Then Beyonce came out and sang for an hour and a half, and we danced on the field with our cast and then she danced for us on the stage, I have never been so close to a performance with such energy and power, Beyonce aka. Sasha FIERCE (her stage name) was truly FIERCE, and we danced and danced…AMAZING!
Then to the cast and crew party where, YES you guessed it, this 47 year old man Dancedwith every member of the my team until we were so tired and happy because itwas an amazing show and we all worked so hard to get here and to know it was so good it made our ears and hearts open and we danced… ABBA.. Beyonce.. Rihanna and
countless other songs and I kept on dancing.
Then to my apartment in the middle of town where, no I did not dance, but fell asleep dead for five hours and then got a taxi back to the arena to say goodbye and go to the airport where I m now. In the taxi at the arena as the taxi driver waited for me to say goodbye and turn my keys to my apartment in, he shared with me his lunch that his wife had made for him.. This has never happened in my life where a taxi driver shared with me his joy and his home-made lunch! It was very touching indeed and quite tasty! AMAZING!
Finally we are now at the airport, I do not know why I am speaking in the royal “WE” but I am, maybe because I feel an entire country with me as I wait for my boss Marco Balich to join me.
I now begin the 1st of four flights that will take me back to the USA, 2 flights today to Italy, where I will spend the night and then two more flights to Los Angeles, where I will rent a car and drive to my HOME in Palm Springs (after the evenings traffic finishes).
Where finally I will stop dancing and be back in the USA and begin to get my book out to all of you who are reading this, and hopefully you will dance in the Wonderful memories I have had in these 47 years.
Wow it is such an amazing honor to have this life to live in such a crazy Wonderful way, I may not need all four airplanes to get me home… I MAY JUST DANCE!!
Thank you Ukraine and thank you to all the Volunteers and my cast and crew whom have given me such a chance to be a little-Disney-Dancer who could!
AMAZING!
Thank you!
Monday, August 31, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
Julia's Song
Twenty-two years ago I began this trek around the world, and since then I have been one of the luckiest men on the planet, creating shows that by count the entire world has seen many times over.
But last night here in Eastern Europe, in the town of Donetesk, a place famous for its coal mining and an one very awesome Championship Football club called Shaktar, with a brand new “Diamond Stadium” opening it’s doors to the world tomorrow night. A couple of thousand enthusiastic volunteers performing onstage and backstage in a show that I had a small part in writing and directing, when one lone voice stepped out of the crowd of the many and speaks…no wait, not speaks…but Sings (in the form of a thank you letter).
Not only in Donestk but for all of the countless masses of volunteers I (we) have had the amazing honor of being allowed to help realize the one dream of the many thousands who have ever been brave enough to step out of the crowd and volunteer. Taking your one voice and molding it into a chorus of many that the world will not only hear but they will feel deep inside of their hearts.
Not only is this letter the sweetest music to my ears but to those of the hard-working international team who will never forget the talent and tenacity of you; the dedicated local cast and crew that is doing more then they thought possible by are moving mountains (not only of coal) but, just plain mountains to do this for a people we have never known until a few months ago but now will never forget as long as we live. Just because we are crazy enough to care to make the Impossible-Possible! This is the greatest quest any persons can be on, one of the Belief in Magic!
This is the very reason that got me hooked twenty-two years ago into dedicating my life’s work to being what it is. Friends, this is the real Front Side of Wonderful.
From one volunteer’s pen, now to you, I share the fuel in our spirit, the dream in our hearts and the Goal to the end any game…
Dear all,
My words may seem to you foolish and childishly naïve, but nevertheless I hope they will evoke smiles on your faces.
Kindly be aware that there are people who admire what you are doing and are happy to assist you (even in the smallest and insignificant way) in this show’s organization.
This is not an empty and groundless flattery, the matter is that at this point I feel that I am not a spectator, but a direct participant in the show, that is, finally, I am where I always wanted to be!
As you are an integral part of events taking place in my life, I have the greatest desire to share my feelings with you. I try to remember every moment, successful or not very much. Because this will be a grand event not only for a big city, but for a “small person” also, who had a possibility to break the monotonous existence with a maximum of surprises.
Your smiles leave none indifferent, your enthusiasm is much admired. I am happy to meet you and there are no limits for gratitude and this happiness.
P.S. I’m sure that every participant has gained abundant experience and lasting impressions!
Thank you very much for these days!
Kind regards,
Volunteer- Julia Berdnik
The Opening of the Don Bass Arena, Donestk, Ukraine. August 29th 2009
Julia, thank you for taking the time; first to volunteer with all of your heart and soul and the patience and strength you add to this amazing cast and secondly to pay us such an accolade with your heartfelt words, so please know this to be true, it is only because of people like you that makes it possible for people like us…to do what we love. Thank You!
If you would permit me, I boldly wish to edit one small part of our letter. You are not and never will be just one “small person” your help will never be insignificant or forgotten. You are a person who was built for Wonder and able to feel a Maximum of Surprises. This is no small feat at all Julia… this is the Goal that wins any game! You and every volunteer here in Donestk are indeed the True Champions!
Thank you to you for being…you.
We Humbly share this victory with you, from me and for all the team here,
Doug Jack
Director of the Opening Ceremonies of the Don Bass Arena, Donestk, Ukraine. August 29th 2009
But last night here in Eastern Europe, in the town of Donetesk, a place famous for its coal mining and an one very awesome Championship Football club called Shaktar, with a brand new “Diamond Stadium” opening it’s doors to the world tomorrow night. A couple of thousand enthusiastic volunteers performing onstage and backstage in a show that I had a small part in writing and directing, when one lone voice stepped out of the crowd of the many and speaks…no wait, not speaks…but Sings (in the form of a thank you letter).
Not only in Donestk but for all of the countless masses of volunteers I (we) have had the amazing honor of being allowed to help realize the one dream of the many thousands who have ever been brave enough to step out of the crowd and volunteer. Taking your one voice and molding it into a chorus of many that the world will not only hear but they will feel deep inside of their hearts.
Not only is this letter the sweetest music to my ears but to those of the hard-working international team who will never forget the talent and tenacity of you; the dedicated local cast and crew that is doing more then they thought possible by are moving mountains (not only of coal) but, just plain mountains to do this for a people we have never known until a few months ago but now will never forget as long as we live. Just because we are crazy enough to care to make the Impossible-Possible! This is the greatest quest any persons can be on, one of the Belief in Magic!
This is the very reason that got me hooked twenty-two years ago into dedicating my life’s work to being what it is. Friends, this is the real Front Side of Wonderful.
From one volunteer’s pen, now to you, I share the fuel in our spirit, the dream in our hearts and the Goal to the end any game…
Dear all,
My words may seem to you foolish and childishly naïve, but nevertheless I hope they will evoke smiles on your faces.
Kindly be aware that there are people who admire what you are doing and are happy to assist you (even in the smallest and insignificant way) in this show’s organization.
This is not an empty and groundless flattery, the matter is that at this point I feel that I am not a spectator, but a direct participant in the show, that is, finally, I am where I always wanted to be!
As you are an integral part of events taking place in my life, I have the greatest desire to share my feelings with you. I try to remember every moment, successful or not very much. Because this will be a grand event not only for a big city, but for a “small person” also, who had a possibility to break the monotonous existence with a maximum of surprises.
Your smiles leave none indifferent, your enthusiasm is much admired. I am happy to meet you and there are no limits for gratitude and this happiness.
P.S. I’m sure that every participant has gained abundant experience and lasting impressions!
Thank you very much for these days!
Kind regards,
Volunteer- Julia Berdnik
The Opening of the Don Bass Arena, Donestk, Ukraine. August 29th 2009
Julia, thank you for taking the time; first to volunteer with all of your heart and soul and the patience and strength you add to this amazing cast and secondly to pay us such an accolade with your heartfelt words, so please know this to be true, it is only because of people like you that makes it possible for people like us…to do what we love. Thank You!
If you would permit me, I boldly wish to edit one small part of our letter. You are not and never will be just one “small person” your help will never be insignificant or forgotten. You are a person who was built for Wonder and able to feel a Maximum of Surprises. This is no small feat at all Julia… this is the Goal that wins any game! You and every volunteer here in Donestk are indeed the True Champions!
Thank you to you for being…you.
We Humbly share this victory with you, from me and for all the team here,
Doug Jack
Director of the Opening Ceremonies of the Don Bass Arena, Donestk, Ukraine. August 29th 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
The Jackson 5th Generation
Last night in a beer garden in Donestk, here in the Ukraine, I became a Great Grandfather at 47… Who would have Thunk?
Please let me explain. I just did the math, and this is not an impossible feat for a 47-year-old male to be great granddads if I was, say...
A Father by 15 years old, then add 16 years to be a grandfather at 31, then you add 16 more years to be 47 and a great grandfather!
I am sure this has not happened a lot around the globe, but it has happened. My family tree, however, grows in a slightly different direction.
In my chosen profession of Stadium Theater, which is the art form of Choreographing and Direction of thousands of people for the Opening, Closing, or Halftime shows in stadiums around the world.
The words mass choreography and human animation are part of our legacy to the world.
This art form began as a family affair back in 1990 in Singapore, when I was the youngest of three. There was Ronnie-Jim, Judy, and me cutting our teeth on a smallish show with 6000 Singaporeans and just 3 of us trying to MSU (Make Stuff Up) and getting them in line!
(Check out the whole story behind MSU, and MUCH more, in my FIRST BOOK:THE BACK SIDE OF WONDERFUL available now!)
In 1991 we went to Grand Britannia we to do a Show in Sheffield, England, and added two kids to our tree: Wanda and Francesca, two English roses as different as night and day but, best friends forever.
Leaving them after just a summer the original three musketeers traveled down to Barcelona and our 1st Olympic odyssey together in 1992.
4 years later 1996 we added our kids Collin, Jason, Kristen, Maria, and Cynthia to the tree.
By the time 2002 comes around, I am the sole surviving member of the original three, but still with our kids from Atlanta as we complete a successful Salt Lake Olympics.
Right after the Salt Lake Games I am called back to England to do the Commonwealth Games in Manchester, where I re-meet one of our first children Wanda and she as “Mother” and I as “Grandfather” head up the teams there for Opening and Closing Ceremonies.
Here is where I meet my “core team since 2002”. Grandson Bryn, and Granddaughter twins Rocky and Gina who have “Mad Skills for sure”! By Bryn’s association we add Auntie Claire and Uncle Nikos to the group in 2004 in the Athens Olympics, we are quiet a troupe now with Granddad Doug at the Helm.
Well last night in a beer garden in Eastern Europe, I realized as I sit there with Auntie Claire and her Husband Paul, and granddaughter Gina we have another Generation sitting at the table of a young upstart and stadium choreographer a local beauty and amazing lady who is not only our interpreter but out friend and was hired into the family by Gina’s twin sister Rocky (who is absent from the table and off ice skating).
But my great granddaughter Jenny joins the choreographic clan as we sit there in the late summer evening in Donestk with wool blankets wrapped around our waists (the restaurant provides them) as summer is holding on but the nights are getting nippy indeed. Jenny the youngest is forced to hear stories of all of our associations and about her Grand-ma Wanda (whom she has never met) and her other great grand parents Judy and Ronnie-Jim whom nobody but me at the table has met yet they all know about and love as if they we raised by them because I keep them alive daily in my life.
And 5 generations laugh and interject and say, “Oh remember when…” “Did we really do it like that?” “ Paper and pencil…!” “Ah those were the good old days!”
And I turn to Jenny my great granddaughter and welcome her to the clan, we all raise or glasses and drink to the youngest member and know that we have chosen wisely and the pride mixed with laughter and the sweet smell of hops waft up into the air and I think…
“You’ve done pretty well for yourself, Great Granddad!”
Family Tree
1990- Parents- Judy (1999)- Doug and Ronnie-Jim (1994)
1991- Children- Wanda and Francesca (UK)
1992- Auntie- Anna (SPAIN)
1996- Children- Collin, Jason, Kristen, Maria, Cynthia & Mark (USA)
2000- Cousins- Sandra, Debbie, Christina, Ross, Darrin, Sara & Alissia (AUS- Australia.)
2002- Uncles and Aunts- Paul, Bonnie, Cati, Danny (2006) & Steve, (USA)
2002- Grandchildren- Bryn & “the twins” Gina & Rocky (UK)
2004- Auntie Claire (UK), Uncle Nikos (GRE- Greece)
2006- Cousins Laura, Isabella & Peter
2007- Cousins Renata & Marcus (BRA- Brazil)
2009- Great Grandchild Jenny (UA- Ukraine)
19 years, 7 Countries, and countless 2nd cousins, whom I will add in when I have a second to sit down and give them the recognition they do deserve
Please let me explain. I just did the math, and this is not an impossible feat for a 47-year-old male to be great granddads if I was, say...
A Father by 15 years old, then add 16 years to be a grandfather at 31, then you add 16 more years to be 47 and a great grandfather!
I am sure this has not happened a lot around the globe, but it has happened. My family tree, however, grows in a slightly different direction.
In my chosen profession of Stadium Theater, which is the art form of Choreographing and Direction of thousands of people for the Opening, Closing, or Halftime shows in stadiums around the world.
The words mass choreography and human animation are part of our legacy to the world.
This art form began as a family affair back in 1990 in Singapore, when I was the youngest of three. There was Ronnie-Jim, Judy, and me cutting our teeth on a smallish show with 6000 Singaporeans and just 3 of us trying to MSU (Make Stuff Up) and getting them in line!
(Check out the whole story behind MSU, and MUCH more, in my FIRST BOOK:THE BACK SIDE OF WONDERFUL available now!)
In 1991 we went to Grand Britannia we to do a Show in Sheffield, England, and added two kids to our tree: Wanda and Francesca, two English roses as different as night and day but, best friends forever.
Leaving them after just a summer the original three musketeers traveled down to Barcelona and our 1st Olympic odyssey together in 1992.
4 years later 1996 we added our kids Collin, Jason, Kristen, Maria, and Cynthia to the tree.
By the time 2002 comes around, I am the sole surviving member of the original three, but still with our kids from Atlanta as we complete a successful Salt Lake Olympics.
Right after the Salt Lake Games I am called back to England to do the Commonwealth Games in Manchester, where I re-meet one of our first children Wanda and she as “Mother” and I as “Grandfather” head up the teams there for Opening and Closing Ceremonies.
Here is where I meet my “core team since 2002”. Grandson Bryn, and Granddaughter twins Rocky and Gina who have “Mad Skills for sure”! By Bryn’s association we add Auntie Claire and Uncle Nikos to the group in 2004 in the Athens Olympics, we are quiet a troupe now with Granddad Doug at the Helm.
Well last night in a beer garden in Eastern Europe, I realized as I sit there with Auntie Claire and her Husband Paul, and granddaughter Gina we have another Generation sitting at the table of a young upstart and stadium choreographer a local beauty and amazing lady who is not only our interpreter but out friend and was hired into the family by Gina’s twin sister Rocky (who is absent from the table and off ice skating).
But my great granddaughter Jenny joins the choreographic clan as we sit there in the late summer evening in Donestk with wool blankets wrapped around our waists (the restaurant provides them) as summer is holding on but the nights are getting nippy indeed. Jenny the youngest is forced to hear stories of all of our associations and about her Grand-ma Wanda (whom she has never met) and her other great grand parents Judy and Ronnie-Jim whom nobody but me at the table has met yet they all know about and love as if they we raised by them because I keep them alive daily in my life.
And 5 generations laugh and interject and say, “Oh remember when…” “Did we really do it like that?” “ Paper and pencil…!” “Ah those were the good old days!”
And I turn to Jenny my great granddaughter and welcome her to the clan, we all raise or glasses and drink to the youngest member and know that we have chosen wisely and the pride mixed with laughter and the sweet smell of hops waft up into the air and I think…
“You’ve done pretty well for yourself, Great Granddad!”
Family Tree
1990- Parents- Judy (1999)- Doug and Ronnie-Jim (1994)
1991- Children- Wanda and Francesca (UK)
1992- Auntie- Anna (SPAIN)
1996- Children- Collin, Jason, Kristen, Maria, Cynthia & Mark (USA)
2000- Cousins- Sandra, Debbie, Christina, Ross, Darrin, Sara & Alissia (AUS- Australia.)
2002- Uncles and Aunts- Paul, Bonnie, Cati, Danny (2006) & Steve, (USA)
2002- Grandchildren- Bryn & “the twins” Gina & Rocky (UK)
2004- Auntie Claire (UK), Uncle Nikos (GRE- Greece)
2006- Cousins Laura, Isabella & Peter
2007- Cousins Renata & Marcus (BRA- Brazil)
2009- Great Grandchild Jenny (UA- Ukraine)
19 years, 7 Countries, and countless 2nd cousins, whom I will add in when I have a second to sit down and give them the recognition they do deserve
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Brain-O
It has been a while since I last blogged or had my private time with you, the Universe.
I finished the Pescara Games at the end of June and headed back to the safety and security of what I never used to have in this world a: “Home” in Palm Springs California. I put the finishing touches on my first book, The Back Side Of Wonderful, the final, final edit of a three-year (almost to the day) odyssey that began with a butterfly flying so casually by my nose and showing me the true meaning of life.
I thought I had traveled every corner of this Wide Wonderful World, and a week ago I landed in the Ukraine after four very long and non-direct flights to get to Eastern Europe and the little-big town of Donestk where I wrote a show while I was in Italy this summer for a brand new Diamond Stadium, and an “Amazing Little Soccer Team That Could”, The Shaktar football club that came out from behind the iron curtain and blazed a trail into the history books this summer by winning the UEFA Cup (the European Championships).
Everything was foreign to me here in the Ukraine, the Language, the Currency, the Culture, and most of all the food. Borscht on spaghetti?? What and where the heck was I? I fought it for a week, I was so upset with myself to think I was this world traveler ready to break a book about my life to the world, a book about how I can go anywhere and make magic out of anything.
Well, as it turned out, my health kept me home in California as the rehearsals began here in Donestk, so as I got better I was spending the time to finish my book. I let my handpicked team whom I had found along the way in my great adventure story take the lead and put this show together. When I arrived just two weeks before the show, I found that my ability to slip into “Doug Jack” mode has atrophied quiet a bit from being still in one place in oh-so-sunny California.
When I hit the ground running here in Donestk my feet refused to run they just dug their heels and in and stopped, I stumbled out of the door.
Well this was a first, how can a man who prides himself on being the choreographic version of Survivorman (being dropped into a country with nothing mote than a compass and a Swiss Army Knife and make an impossible trek to a destination in a window of time where he will be plucked out of the foreboding land by his extraction team) how could I not have the chops for such an adventure, one of many that I have spent my entire life doing, the only thing I know how to do, how could my feet NOT move forward how could I just buckle under the pressure of not sure how to order a taxi to get me to the stadium and do my job?
How, What, Why?? Man, indecision was all around me, I was shocked that there was actually a culture that I did not have any way of knowing my way around. I was stunned that my 47 year old endless reserve of Wonderful had run dry. I was amazed that all I really wanted to do was Go Home (when Home was such a new concept for me).
Had writing about my demons and facing my fears and blending the Front and Back Sides of my Wonderful life indeed stopped me from knowing how to do what I used to do with my eyes closed?
I spent a week in shock, mad at myself and brain-blocked, or blog-blocked as it were.
Then this morning, as subtly as the flight of the mysterious butterfly that delivered the message to me three years ago that all life is connected and everything is a step in the dance of life, the message again was delivered, this time from my friend the Universe whom I had forgotten to be speaking with in the early mornings as I usually do when I wake up.
Subtle and Humble and as Eloquent as ever, nothing had changed; everything was in fact as I know it except I was no longer the lead player in this survival series, I was no longer the only voice in my head as I trudged out of my door and found my way to the 42nd stadium of my life’s work, that I would call my office.
My team is the main character and I had for a week been watching them interact as I would have interacted. I watched the time they had spent (the Summer of 2009) to put together a show I had written in the spring of 2009 on a sun drenched eastern Italian shore. They brought it to Eastern Europe and did exactly as I would have done (no wait, they had done it better!) and I realize now the new job I am to take on, the new dance partner I am to add to my dance card. One of the proud parent.
To see them react, put into place and be a part of “me” mixed in with all the Wonderful parts of them that I have always seen inside of them. This has untied my feet, unblocked my brain and now I am able to express and hear the new music this land and this show affords me. I am also speaking again in the mornings to Madame Butterfly the Universe whom I have missed in the chaos of trying to get an autobiography out to the world. The extraction team of this Survivorman is the team I had found along the way, they showed me how to get back to a place I feared I had lost, they showed me the me in them, and the me I uncovered in them and WOW… an amazing, humbling and stunning wake up call this has been.
I truly am home in this far away land.
As corny as this may sounds- yes there is no “i” in Team but there is a “me”…
Taxi!
I finished the Pescara Games at the end of June and headed back to the safety and security of what I never used to have in this world a: “Home” in Palm Springs California. I put the finishing touches on my first book, The Back Side Of Wonderful, the final, final edit of a three-year (almost to the day) odyssey that began with a butterfly flying so casually by my nose and showing me the true meaning of life.
I thought I had traveled every corner of this Wide Wonderful World, and a week ago I landed in the Ukraine after four very long and non-direct flights to get to Eastern Europe and the little-big town of Donestk where I wrote a show while I was in Italy this summer for a brand new Diamond Stadium, and an “Amazing Little Soccer Team That Could”, The Shaktar football club that came out from behind the iron curtain and blazed a trail into the history books this summer by winning the UEFA Cup (the European Championships).
Everything was foreign to me here in the Ukraine, the Language, the Currency, the Culture, and most of all the food. Borscht on spaghetti?? What and where the heck was I? I fought it for a week, I was so upset with myself to think I was this world traveler ready to break a book about my life to the world, a book about how I can go anywhere and make magic out of anything.
Well, as it turned out, my health kept me home in California as the rehearsals began here in Donestk, so as I got better I was spending the time to finish my book. I let my handpicked team whom I had found along the way in my great adventure story take the lead and put this show together. When I arrived just two weeks before the show, I found that my ability to slip into “Doug Jack” mode has atrophied quiet a bit from being still in one place in oh-so-sunny California.
When I hit the ground running here in Donestk my feet refused to run they just dug their heels and in and stopped, I stumbled out of the door.
Well this was a first, how can a man who prides himself on being the choreographic version of Survivorman (being dropped into a country with nothing mote than a compass and a Swiss Army Knife and make an impossible trek to a destination in a window of time where he will be plucked out of the foreboding land by his extraction team) how could I not have the chops for such an adventure, one of many that I have spent my entire life doing, the only thing I know how to do, how could my feet NOT move forward how could I just buckle under the pressure of not sure how to order a taxi to get me to the stadium and do my job?
How, What, Why?? Man, indecision was all around me, I was shocked that there was actually a culture that I did not have any way of knowing my way around. I was stunned that my 47 year old endless reserve of Wonderful had run dry. I was amazed that all I really wanted to do was Go Home (when Home was such a new concept for me).
Had writing about my demons and facing my fears and blending the Front and Back Sides of my Wonderful life indeed stopped me from knowing how to do what I used to do with my eyes closed?
I spent a week in shock, mad at myself and brain-blocked, or blog-blocked as it were.
Then this morning, as subtly as the flight of the mysterious butterfly that delivered the message to me three years ago that all life is connected and everything is a step in the dance of life, the message again was delivered, this time from my friend the Universe whom I had forgotten to be speaking with in the early mornings as I usually do when I wake up.
Subtle and Humble and as Eloquent as ever, nothing had changed; everything was in fact as I know it except I was no longer the lead player in this survival series, I was no longer the only voice in my head as I trudged out of my door and found my way to the 42nd stadium of my life’s work, that I would call my office.
My team is the main character and I had for a week been watching them interact as I would have interacted. I watched the time they had spent (the Summer of 2009) to put together a show I had written in the spring of 2009 on a sun drenched eastern Italian shore. They brought it to Eastern Europe and did exactly as I would have done (no wait, they had done it better!) and I realize now the new job I am to take on, the new dance partner I am to add to my dance card. One of the proud parent.
To see them react, put into place and be a part of “me” mixed in with all the Wonderful parts of them that I have always seen inside of them. This has untied my feet, unblocked my brain and now I am able to express and hear the new music this land and this show affords me. I am also speaking again in the mornings to Madame Butterfly the Universe whom I have missed in the chaos of trying to get an autobiography out to the world. The extraction team of this Survivorman is the team I had found along the way, they showed me how to get back to a place I feared I had lost, they showed me the me in them, and the me I uncovered in them and WOW… an amazing, humbling and stunning wake up call this has been.
I truly am home in this far away land.
As corny as this may sounds- yes there is no “i” in Team but there is a “me”…
Taxi!
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