J.R.
The year was 1932. Towards the end of February. The early morning hours where going by per usual, the streets were crowded with men with suits that haven't been washed in as long as the men inside them. The Empire State building used to be a spectacle but the residents have gotten used to it and ignored it for the most part. However today there was something special that nobody could have ever foreseen. A sudden booming "WOP" filled the air shattering glass and busting ear drums. There it was, the UFO that changed the music industry for years to come.
A loud speaker was protracted out of the side of the flying causer. "Dear humans," the loud speaker said, "we are here to rock your socks off with some sick music." The confusion was staggering. What did he mean by rock your socks off? Will it be disgusting do I have enough time to look away? Nobody knew. "It has been done, a child of a family far from here has been born of our musical race. You have approximately 20 years until your minds will be just blown. You will know when you hear the letters J and R."
And just as fast as it came it left. Many freaked out, a little bit less committed suicide, but for the most part everyone was pretty startled. Little did everyone know that there that day would be the birth of the musical Martian genius, J.R. Cash, also known as Johnny Cash.
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