1937, it's a cool night outside of Kansas City's RenoClub, where a line of musicians gathered to show offtheir Jazz skills on stage. All optimistic of upcoming success, among them a 16-year-old boy named Charlie Parker, ready to prove his worth.
SADNESS IS DARK
Just like that, it's Charlie's turn to prove himself beforewhat one could call an "esteemed" audience. He gets up on the stage with discomfort, feeling small in front of all these jazz legends, but still hoping that his moment offame is soon to come. He starts jamming...
From the moment Parker's reed was placed in-betweenhis lips, the club was shaken by the eccentric playingtechniques he used to impress the listeners, but whenhe felt at his top, a cymbal flew at his feet like an arrow. But the pain it brought to his soul, was bigger than any arrow could inflict. The numerous vulgar remarks didn't make it any better, the audience waspeeved!
The greatest embarrassment of Charlie's life, he ranback home in tears and cried himself a river. Noteven his mother was able to help his misery, indeed nothing could. He felt encapsulated in a dark bubble of shame and misery that blocked his view of the world.
But when he woke up the next morning, something wasdifferent. His fury fueled him, and starting at that momenthe practiced the alto sax to infinity, he woodsheddedevery melody, every note, every rhythm with the goal ofone day returning to Reno and "showing those cats”! It was then, in an empty room with a saxophone and a music book that he matured.
A year of rigorous practice has passed, Parker is virtually a new man. He's ready to return to Reno Club and blow out of the water as heshould have a year ago. It doesn't seem so scary anymore, even the red stage doesn't look that bright. He's not the small one anymore. That night he performed the best goddamn solo the audience has ever seen. Charlie restored his reputation and his solo became the crowning glory of that night.