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Lots of hurry-up-and-wait in this tv taping game. Keith, for the curious, was one of the cameramen.

Oh, look. I'm singing.

Me... and Charlton's arm.

Charlton considers what the director - whose curly locks can be seen in the lower right of the photo - has to say.

Charlton, Doug and I discuss something - who knows what, really? - while waiting to get started.

Doug (hard to see, but he's there!) and I confer.

I'm backlit against a very bright window.

Singing in rehearsal - no monitors (in-ear or otherwise) wanted or needed.

In front of the curtain during a rare moment when it wasn't billowing.