Miles keeps calling me late like I’m the problem, but the trumpet boy was the one bringing a mute to a birdfight and acting mysterious. by Charlie Parker

Dizzy, say that again with your cheeks relaxed and your note in tune.

I was there to save the song, not audition for your black turtleneck mood board.

Anyway, if the set starts on time, it’s probably not bebop and I’m not interested.

You walked in twenty minutes late, played twelve impossible notes, and still expected the room to thank you for the privilege.

Both of y’all arguing like the horn section doesn’t know Charlie’s got the receipts and Miles just has the attitude.