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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Nothing Else Matters

Scene: A casual podcast-style chat on a colorful studio couch. Joe Rogan, Luis J. Gomez, and Miley Cyrus are hanging out.

Joe: (leaning in, serious but chill) Miley, look — you’re already a fucking icon. That voice, that energy, that whole “wrecking ball” phase… People love you for you. Why mess with the body you’re in? It’s a temple, man. You’ve got natural talent and presence that no scalpel can replicate.

Luis: (laughing, gesturing wildly) Exactly! Bro, listen to Joe. You don’t need to go under the knife. These plastic surgeons? Half of them are like Dr. Nick Riviera from The Simpsons — “Hi, everybody!” slice slice — and suddenly you’re walking around with one eyebrow in the wrong zip code and lips that look like they lost a fight with a vacuum cleaner. “Inflammable! Aaaaaah!”

Miley: (smiling, playing along) Wait, Dr. Nick? Oh god…

Joe: (nodding intensely) I’m telling you. One minute you’re booking a little “tweak,” next thing you know you’re on the table and Dr. Nick’s yelling “The operation was a success!” while your face slides off like melted cheese. Love the body you got, Miley. You’re killing it naturally. Work out, eat clean, hit the sauna — that’s the real upgrade.

Luis: (cracking up) Yeah! Stay away from the “Riviera Special.” You’ll end up with bolts in your neck and a refund in the form of regret. Embrace the Cyrus chaos — it’s working!

Miley: (laughing) You guys are wild. But… message received. No Dr. Nick for me.

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