Prince Richardson: ^hot^

“I don’t need a tuner,” she said. “I need someone to remind it what music sounds like.”

“Why’d you stop?”

She raised an eyebrow. “Of course you are.” prince richardson

When she returned, she watched him from the doorway. “You play?” she asked, nodding at the dusty poster of Thelonious Monk taped to the wall. “I don’t need a tuner,” she said

“Used to.”