Today was a nice day, as a matter of fact a very nice day. The obvious sign that something was going to go very very wrong.

Keith Richards decided to take a stroll through the luscious green park, when suddenly a can of paint comes hurtling through the air, appearing to come from nowhere.

It smashes into poor Keith, covering him in a sticky black paint. He lies on the pavement quietly as sitar music suspiciously plays in the background.

Somewhat dazed and confused he sits up, but this was only the beginning... things were going to get far, far worse.

A/N:
This will not be historically accurate if you haven't already figured, it will also make very little sense.

The Rolling Stones are also far different in character.

Keith gets hit by a lot of things but says yeah even more.

Mick instead hits on everything.

Brian is childlike and is in awe of most things + obsessed with clothes.

Bill is a bassist.... he is cool as a cucumber but doesn't give a damn most of the time.

Charlie is the calm, collected, caring friend that actually knows what they are doing.

If you want to be in the story just comment, it's cool ✌

Also BIG thank you hissingofsummerlawns for this amazing cover!