In 1966, in a small town in Mississippi, there lived a young black man named Eli. He had a passion for singing and playing the guitar since he was a little boy. He would spend hours in his room, writing songs and perfecting his music. But living in a poverty-stricken family, his dream of becoming a musician seemed impossible.Despite all the struggles, Eli never gave up on his dream. He would often perform at local bars and clubs, hoping to catch the attention of a record label. But his skin color and financial status always seemed to be a barrier to his success.His family, consisting of his grandmother and three younger siblings, were his biggest supporters. They would often attend his performances and cheer him on. They believed in him and his talent, and that kept Eli going.One day, he got the opportunity of a lifetime. A record label in Los Angeles heard his music and was impressed. They offered him a chance to record his first album, and Eli couldn't believe it. He immediately called his family with the good news, and they were overjoyed.With the little money they had saved up, Eli and his family packed their bags and moved to LA. They rented a small apartment in a rough neighborhood, but they didn't care. He was finally getting a chance to pursue his dream.The recording process was a dream come true for Eli. He poured his heart and soul into each song, and his family was there to support him every step of the way. They would listen to him play in the studio with tears of joy in their eyes, knowing that their son was finally living his dream.But little did they know, their dream would soon turn into a nightmare...
Suddenly, shots rang out in the studio. Chaos erupted as people screamed and took cover. It was Brian Wilson, a washed-up hack who let drugs destroy his mental faculties."THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MY ALBUM!" Brian screamed, his face twisted in rage and madness.Without a second thought, Brian began firing upon Eli's family and the innocent people in the other room. Eli couldn't believe his eyes as he watched in horror at the brutality and carnage before him. The blood-curdling screams of his loved ones and fellow musicians filled the room, mixing with the thunderous sound of the gun. Bodies dropped to the floor, covered in blood and guts, the air filled with the stench of death."NOOOO, DON'T KILL ME, PLEASE!!!", Eli's grandmother screamed..."FUCK YOU, PORCHMONKEY NIGGER!" Brian screams as she has her brains blown against the soundproof foam on the wall, continuing to fire shots into her face, splattering her skull into pieces.Eli, frozen and feeling helpless, saw his family breathe their last breaths, their eyes wide in shock and pure pain. He wanted to save them, but it was too late.Eli hid away so Brian couldn't catch him. The room was soon empty, save for the lifeless bodies laying in their own blood. Brian's face was twisted with a gruesome victory as he finally grabbed the recording equipment so he could continue making SMiLE, stealing it right from under Eli's nose.As Eli sobbed over the remains of his family, the room that was once filled with love and art was now a graveyard of broken dreams and innocent lives cut short. The studio would later be known as the site of one of the deadliest murders in the history of music.Eli's life was shattered that day, and he could never find joy in music again. He could never hear a guitar or hold a microphone without being haunted by the horrific memory...That is... until he met a familiar face...
"Mind if I join you?" the man asked, extending his hand. "I'm Mike Love."Eli recognized the face of the legendary musician, one of The Beach Boys. He nodded mutely, his mind still numbed by his grief."Are you a musician?" Mike asked, sensing something about Eli."I...I used to be," Eli mumbled, his eyes brimming with tears."What happened, if you don't mind me asking?" Mike gently prodded, seeing an opportunity to help someone in need.Eli hesitated, the pain of his loss still too fresh. But something about Mike's kind eyes nudged him to open up to him. He told him everything, about his murdered family, his shattered dreams, and his endless grief.Mike listened intently and then he stood up, passionately gesturing with his hands as he spoke."Music, my friend, is about harmony. It's about coming together, creating something beautiful. It's about lifting each other up and bringing joy to the world," Mike's voice ringing with conviction. "And I believe that if we can stick together, aligned in this harmonic purpose, we can change the world."Eli was mesmerized by Mike's words. It was as if a light had been switched on in his soul, igniting a spark of hope that he thought had been snuffed out forever. Inspired, he resolved to pick up his passion for music once again and joined the Beach Boys. As Mike Love wrote the new song Good Vibrations, Eli became a celebrity for his performances, enjoying a multitude of lavish indulgences and sex orgies with Mike's beautiful harem of women, it's like his family were never murdered at all.Meanwhile, Brian Wilson, the murdering racist monster, released his album "Smile." But to no one's surprise, it was a huge failure. Wilson was devastated and fell into a downward spiral, eventually committing suicide by drowning.It was a triumph. He overcome his tragedy and achieved success while his killer had met a tragic end. It was a reminder that love and harmony will always prevail over hate and bigotry.
>>128345664Was Dennis the only one who was TND-pilled?
Mike Love kept slaves
holy god these Mike ones are SHIT dude, Kate Bush poster is really putting you out of business rnyou need to stick to Brian posting
