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Like a Prayer

Dialogue Scene: Valentine’s Chaos

The three of them are gathered in a cozy, dimly lit room. String lights flicker like they might short-circuit any second. Luis is nursing a drink, looking skeptical. Joe lounges with a smug grin, wearing a subtle Eris symbol pin. Miley’s in full playful mode.

Luis: (leaning forward) Alright, Miley, be real with me. Is Joe really your Valentine? Or is this another one of those Discordian mind games where everything’s a joke until someone ends up covered in maple syrup?

Miley: (laughing, eyes sparkling at Joe) Of course he is, Luis. It is rare to find such a handsome Discordian. Most guys run from chaos. Joe? He is the chaos… in the best way.

Joe: (winking) Flattery will get you everywhere, babe. Especially on a day dedicated to love and mild acts of discord.

Luis: (shaking his head) You two are something else. Joe, man, what’s this I hear about your big “Psalm 133 peace plan”? You trying to mix holy scripture with Discordian weirdness now?

Miley: (grinning wide, suddenly standing up with dramatic flair) Oh, it’s brilliant, Luis. Joe’s been cooking up this whole unity thing—Psalm 133 style. “How good and pleasant it is when brothers and sisters dwell together in unity…” But with a proper chaotic twist, of course. No boring harmony. Real, messy, beautiful unity.

She starts swaying, voice kicking in like she’s on stage. Her rendition is soulful, playful, and a little unhinged—pure Miley energy.

Miley: (singing, building up) Life is a mystery… Everyone must stand alone… I hear you call my name And it feels like home…

She grabs Joe’s hand, pulling him up with her, still singing.

Miley: (continuing, louder and more passionate) When you call my name It’s like a little prayer… I’m down on my knees I wanna take you there…

Miley: (breaking briefly, eyes on Joe) I’m really hoping your Psalm 133 peace plan works out, babe. All that talk of unity and blessing… but the Discordian way. No forced peace. The kind where we all argue, laugh, spill hot sauce on everything, and still end up closer.

Joe: (chuckling, squeezing her hand) It’ll work, love. A little Eris energy to keep it spicy. Psalm 133 meets the Principia. Unity through beautiful confusion.

Luis: (half-laughing, half-exasperated) You guys are gonna start a cult. Or a really weird couple’s therapy group. I’m just saying… if the peace plan involves pineal glands or exploding hot dogs, I’m out.

Miley: (still humming the melody, leaning into Joe) Too late, Luis. You’re already part of the unity. In the midnight hour… I can feel your power…

Joe: (to Luis) See? She’s praying and plotting holy discord. Best Valentine ever.

Luis: (raising his glass in mock defeat) Fine. To Psalm 133… and whatever chaos comes with it.

The three clink glasses as Miley launches back into the chorus, voice echoing with hope, mischief, and that signature Madonna cover swagger.

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Just Breathe

Scene: Luis and Miley talking

Miley: (strumming softly, humming the opening chords) “Just Breathe…” God, that Pearl Jam song hits different every time I cover it. The fragility of it, you know? Life is so damn short.

Luis: Exactly. That’s why I wanted to talk to you about it. The way you sing it… it’s raw. Joe heard your version and it wrecked him, Miley. He’s been in love with my cousin Nelly since they were kids. Like, proper childhood-sweetheart, never-got-over-it love.

Miley: (softly) Oh no… what happened?

Luis: Nelly has Cystic Fibrosis. She’s facing a lung transplant. The doctors have been straight with the family — it’s serious. Joe broke down crying in the Fatima church, just praying she wouldn’t die young. He’s terrified. The whole “Just Breathe” thing… it became their thing in his head. Every breath counts.

Miley: (eyes welling up) Jesus… that’s heartbreaking. No one should have to watch someone they love fight like that.

Luis: Yeah. And get this — back when they were younger and dumber, Joe used to smoke cigarettes with Nelly’s cousin Miguel Neves. They thought if they messed up their lungs too, they could “join her” in whatever she was facing. Stupid kid stuff, but it shows how deep it goes. He just wanted to share her pain any way he could.

Miley: (quiet for a moment) In the words of Bill Clinton… I feel your pain.

Luis: (nodding) Exactly. That song is perfect for moments like this. When breathing itself feels like a fight and a miracle at the same time.

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Black Dog

Luis: Hey Joe, you got a minute? It’s been a rough week emotionally. Hannah—my black dog—died years ago now, but the anniversary always sneaks up on me. She was such a constant companion. Some days it feels like it just happened.

Joe: I remember Hannah. She had that gentle spirit. Time helps, but certain losses stay with you. How are you feeling about it these days?

Luis: It’s a quieter grief now, but it’s still there. Losing her made me think a lot about Churchill and his “black dog”—that phrase he used for his depression. He fought those dark moods his whole life while doing monumental things. When Hannah died, it felt like my own black dog showed up again. But music became a big part of working through it.

Joe: That connection makes sense. Grief doesn’t have an expiration date.

Luis: No, it doesn’t. I turned to Led Zeppelin’s “Black Dog” a lot back then. I always pictured it being named after Churchill and his depressions—that powerful, restless energy in the song mirrored what I was feeling. The riff hits like a wave of emotion, but it also pulls you forward. Over time, it became part of my music therapy routine. Listening, even playing along on guitar a little, helped me process the sadness without getting stuck in it. Research shows music can reduce stress hormones and spark feel-good chemicals that ease grief. It gave me a way to honor Hannah instead of just missing her.

Joe: Music therapy is powerful for that reason. It meets you where you are—whether you need to feel the pain or move through it. Sounds like it helped transform that loss into something you could carry more lightly.

Luis: It really did. Years later, I can smile thinking about her while the song plays. Hannah was my antidote to the black dog. Now the music keeps some of that light alive. If you’re up for it, we should throw on some Zeppelin and reminisce. She’d approve.

Joe: I’m in. To Hannah, and to the healing power of a good riff. I’m always here if you want to talk more.

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