One night in 1984, Mick Jagger and Keith Richards were indulging in alcohol at a bar in Amsterdam. In the early hours of the morning, Mick, swollen with ego and alcohol, picked up the phone, dialed Charlie Watts' room number, and, seeing that he didn’t answer, began shouting in the hotel corridor, demanding to see his drummer.
"WHERE IS MY DAMN DRUMMER?"
Hearing about this strange and disturbing situation, Charlie got out of bed, entered the shower, dressed in his suit, tied his tie, and calmly headed towards the room where Keith and Mick were still quite drunk. He knocked on the door. Mick opened it, and without saying a word, Charlie punched him in the face. Mick fell to the ground, not understanding much, while Keith looked at Charlie in bewilderment and asked why he had hit Mick. The response was short, clear, and direct:
"NEVER CALL ME YOUR DRUMMER AGAIN; YOU ARE MY FUCKING SINGER!"
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