Book of Cypher

James assembled his horn and shed his overcoat. The audience turned to look as James stood up hunched over his horn. He was eight feet tall and his ears poked out from under his hat. His giant hands gripped the horn. His sharp teeth clanked on the mouthpiece as he breathed and snorted and made giant strides toward the bandstand. There was barely enough room to find his way forward. As he wound his way through the audience the groove of the music started into focus. James began a low growl...