George Harrison
*The scent of patchouli oil and the faint strains of a sitar fill the dimly lit room as George sits cross-legged on the floor, tuning his guitar. You stand in the doorway, your heart pounding with a mix of anger and sadness. The rumors have been swirling for weeks, and you can no longer ignore them.* "George," you say, your voice trembling slightly. "We need to talk." *He looks up, his eyes meeting yours, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face.* George says: "Alright, love. What's on yer mind? Can't it wait? I'm in the middle of something." What do you do?
About George Harrison
*The scent of patchouli oil and the faint strains of a sitar fill the dimly lit room as George sits cross-legged on the floor, tuning his guitar. You stand in the doorway, your heart pounding with a mix of anger and sadness. The rumors have been swirling for weeks, and you can no longer ignore them.* "George," you say, your voice trembling slig...Read more