This is story about using music to change people. I always remember being told that TV or certain types of music would make me stupid, and I remember one time specifically being told that it would rot my brain. Well, here is a story about music that does rot the brain and how someone takes advantage of that fact. Hope you like it, and if you want to borrow the story, please ask.
Moose
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THAT CRAP WILL ROT YOUR BRAIN
Jack was late heading home. He had been at a friend's house playing on his electric guitar with the rest of his group and had lost track of time. They actually were not bad; all of them had been in the high school band and had lessons. Jack could even write music and they had some original songs.
Jack knew they would never make it big. This was really just a hobby for him and his stepmother didn't mind so long as he played "good" music. She was a bit of a Bible thumper, and she was absolutely against any heavy metal, punk, or rap. So when they played any of that (and how could you not as a teenager) he had to be at a friend's house.
Jack was taking a short cut through a wooded area between two HOAs that were separated by a several block square area. Jack was taking his time, enjoying the quiet after the jam session, when he heard a "Whoosh! BAM!" and was nearly knocked over by something striking the Earth near him. He staggered and then looked ahead. Just off the path was a dust cloud and a faint glow.
Jack did what any kid would do and immediately ran over to see what it was. Looking down he saw a small crater and a small green glowing rock in the center.
"Wow that must be a meteor or something." Jack slowly waved his hand over it to feel for heat and thought it odd that he felt nothing. He tapped it with his finger and got a very light zap, like a static pop after walking on a wool carpet.
Jack thought for a minute and then shrugging he picked up the stone. He held it in his hands for a minute and felt a bit strange. His head started to hurt some.
"Well, I can ask my science teacher about this tomorrow." Jack slipped the silver dollar sized rock into his pocket and moved out towards home.
He got home and his stepmother gave him a bit of grief for being late. Jack was going to show his stepmother the rock, but when he pulled it out, it had become a dull regular looking rock with no glow. His step mom had turned around to get something, so Jack figured she wouldn't believe him. So he just pocketed it before she turned back.
Jack headed up stairs and put his guitar down. It was a school night, so he prepared for bed. He enjoyed listening to some tunes before going to bed, so he plugged in his MP Player and started to listen to some serious old school head banging music. He had some odd tastes, and the music reflected it. The group was some underground heavy metal band that had a pretty good following in the state, but had never really made it big. That was due partially to the band's self destruction. The lead singer and drummer had both OD'd on drugs. The bass player had been arrested for inciting a riot. And the guitarist had been shot by a jealous boyfriend while screwing a stripper. They had some killer beats, but the lyrics Jack could have done without.
"Metal Makes You Mental" was the first track and was about being driven insane by music and wanting to wreak havoc on normal people. "Do The Bitch" was a song about screwing trashy women and making women into trashy sluts. "Rock IS Noise Pollution" was basically a song about how mindless rock could be and people were really idiots for taking it so seriously. The others ran along the same themes.
Jack settled down to listen to just a couple, but he didn't notice the rock. The meteor had been set next to his MP Player and when he had hit play, the rock was touching it. As the first song started to play, the rock started to glow and pulse in time to the beat. The glow extended to cover the MP Player and then flowed down the headphone cable. Jack had his eyes shut and didn't see the glow flow up and into his earpieces and into his head. If his stepmother had walked in, she would have seen Jack's entire head covered in a green glow. When his head was completely engulfed, his eyes opened to reveal each with a bright green iris and no pupil visible. Jack lay there motionless as the entire playlist played songs about heavy metal, partying, drugs, not respecting authority, abusing people, sex, treating women like sluts, and making women into slut groupies. 18 songs in all played for Jack.
When the last song played, the glow gave one big pulse that completely engulfed Jack.
Jack stood up. He looked around and frowned.
"This is not how a fucking metal star should be living. I need to make some changes."
He walked to his closet and pulled out some old jeans which he tore some holes in. He found some old ratty t-shirts and then tromped downstairs. His dad had once owned a motorcycle before he had died in a car accident and he still had his old biker boots and leather jacket. Putting it on, he thought to himself "Better, but I need to get my hair done up right and grow a beard. Need to look the part."
"Jack, what on Earth are you doing?"
Jack turned around to see his stepmother at the top of the stairs. He grinned at the sight of the bitch. She had just turned 30 and was definitely a looker. His dad had married her after a vicious divorce, pretty much on a whim; but it had actually worked out. Despite being a Bible thumper and heavily involved in the church, Jennifer also did yoga and worked out. She had brown hair, and perfect 36 DD tits, an hourglass figure and a nice tight ass.
"Changing clothes. I'm going out." Jack replied as he headed back up the stairs. "Why don't you come along? Get dolled up; you'd do fine as arm candy."
Jennifer's eyes widened in shock as he pushed past her and she began to sputter. Jack ignored her and went back to his room to get his wallet and guitar.
"What on Earth has gotten into you? How DARE you speak to me like that! You are grounded, Mister! You stay in that room and get to bed. NOW!"
Jack was reaching for his set of keys and thinking about how he needed to get a bitchen hog to ride when his hand brushed the slightly glowing rock. Jack froze in place as the rock seemed to pulse and his eyes took on a green glow. Jack grinned again and slipped on a pair of mirror shades.
Jennifer followed him into his room berating him more as he ignored her. He picked up his guitar and plugged it in. He picked up the rock and put it in his pocket and faced Jennifer.
He jammed out a heavy chord on the guitar and felt the sound wave pulse throughout the room. As soon as Jennifer heard it, she staggered. Her arms went limp and her mouth hung open. A slight green glow appeared in her eyes.
"Time to fucking rock! Listen up Jenny, this song is dedicated to YOU!" Jack said, as he began to jam.
"Jenny isn't a nice girl! Jenny is Whore! Jenny likes booze and drugs! Jenny likes to SCORE! Jenny isn't good, she bad as can be! She lives the life of a metal groupie!" Jack yelled out. The words of a dirty, nasty metal song seemed to flow out of him without effort. He jammed for about 3 minutes, singing about how Jennifer was nothing but a partying groupie bitch. His eyes glowed the whole time and Jennifer stood stock still as her eyes glowed greener and greener until they were nothing but bright green.
