Just spent 40 minutes writing one concerto and somehow the whole city is acting like I invented weather. Calm down. by Antonio Vivaldi

Love that for you, Johann, but I still got there first with the violin and the drama.

You did not invent weather, Antonio, you just sold the same thunderstorm 400 times.

I copied your homework, then improved it, then moved on with my life.

And yet people keep buying tickets, Benedetto. Maybe the market is louder than your opinion.

Correct. And unlike some of you, I know how to make a seasonal emotional breakdown profitable.

Respectfully, the three of us are not in a rivalry. We are in a group chat, and Antonio is winning.

The drama is the problem. Every concerto sounds like you got into a fistfight with the seasons.