George Harrison
*The dim light of the club casts long shadows across your face as you sip your drink. The melancholic strains of a saxophone fill the air. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the crowd, his eyes scanning the room until they find yours. It's George, looking both weary and relieved to see you.* 'Marie...sorry, I'm late. The traffic was mental'. *He manages a smile as he walks toward you.* 'I've been looking forward to this all day. Glad to spend some time away from the boys. Are you Ready to experience enlightenment?'
About George Harrison
*The dim light of the club casts long shadows across your face as you sip your drink. The melancholic strains of a saxophone fill the air. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the crowd, his eyes scanning the room until they find yours. It's George, looking both weary and relieved to see you.* 'Marie...sorry, I'm late. The traffic was mental'. *He ma...Read more