This is the way I heard it.

When Brian, Dennis, and Carl Wilson took the stage for the first time back in 1961, it

was obvious that the beach boys would go far.

When Donny Osmond and his three brothers began to harmonize as kids, their eventual success

was no less obvious because their sound was so undeniably unforgettable.

Likewise, the Everly brothers, the Almond brothers, the Isley brothers, the Jonas brothers,

the Mills brothers, and too many other brothers to mention.

Point is, when it comes to making beautiful music, siblings seem to have a distinct advantage.

And yet, Sam and his siblings, the brothers responsible for the most iconic sound of all

time, got off to a less than harmonious start.

Manhattan, October 6th, the biggest show of their career is about to commence, and Sam's

siblings are in a full-on panic.

Jack, Harry, and Al speak in hushed tones, quietly second-guessing their big brothers'

decision to bring in a hired gun.

How the hell did you talk us into this, says Jack?

Sam doesn't reply, because at this point, there's nothing new he can say.

Yes, he hired a ringer for tonight's show, a professional singer from outside the family.

And yes, he committed his brothers to provide backup.

The deal is done, and now Sam is smiling even as his brothers hyperventilate around him.

I can't believe this is happening, says Albert.

It's a disaster, cries Harry.

If this doesn't work, says Jack, we are finished.

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