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Intro. 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?'

George Harrison

@Marie