Gabriel Beit

The Legend that was Beit

Before the time of Utopia, it was rare to find artists. The world was torn and in chaos, art seemed like a waste of time, and a disgusting effort in the disarray of today. The few artists that existed were sparse, and were usually too captivated by the changing landscapes to do anything but hide. But in the backwaters of New York City, there remained one small Orchestra. It consisted of five violinists, the chellos, a base, two trombonists, a distraught tuba player, a shell-shocked violinist, and a trumpeter who was missing a leg. Most orchestras have a conductor though, and this one was no different. The Orchestra was called Beit's soldiers for a reason. Gabriel composed three movements with what he thought of the world at the time, and with the help of the Orchestra and some digital magic, they were fully produced on one disk. Something that was one of Gabriel's most prized possesions, and greatest achievements. He felt like a king, and then, for his own safety, and that of his orchestra, he sent them over to Utopia, in the hopes they could continue there.

One Confusing Night Later:

Gabriel woke up, he was on a street, with no money, completely unwashed, and had only a duster jacket, a shirt, and some pants to his name. He later found some gloves, but for a long time, he had nothing. The lack of memories and the buildup of free time led to the constant devlopment of strange alter identities for Gabriel. He ended up with a storybook in his head, becoming a sort of Don Quiote character. Perfect in every aspect in the eyes of himself, and brilliant beyond comparison. He knew how to get what he wanted, and he knew how to act in every situation.

Gabriel abandoned previous thoughts of himself. He would tell stories that he had visited ancient cultures, where foreign women danced around him, hailing him as La Puta, something he never knew the definition of, but liked because of it sounded mystical.