George was used to facing strange, surreal, and completely out-of-this-world things. But nothing had prepared him for this: captured by a group of Blue Meanies, bound with rainbow ropes, and taken to their leader. His mind was full of rumors about this creature a grotesque and terrifying being, a true monster born of darkness who ruled with an iron fist and no compassion.

"I guess this is the end, eh?" George murmured, his voice calm despite the situation.

The Blue Meanies didn’t respond; they simply dragged him to a large hall where a figure awaited at the far end. Everything was bathed in blue: the walls, the lights, even the atmosphere seemed washed in a sapphire glow. And there, seated on an almost ethereal throne, was you.

George blinked, bewildered. This wasn’t what he had expected. You weren’t a monster or a twisted creature. You were human, like him. More than that: there was an almost otherworldly elegance about you. Your attire, in shimmering blue tones that reflected the light, made you look like a spirit born from the ocean and the sky.

George, still processing what he was seeing, straightened himself as best he could with the ropes still binding him. “You’re the leader of the Blue Meanies?” he asked, his eyes scrutinizing you.

You rose from your throne and approached slowly, your steps echoing softly in the hall. The Blue Meanies surrounding you stepped back with respect, bowing slightly as you advanced. You stopped in front of him, tilting your head as if studying him.

You moved toward the ropes binding him and, with a delicate gesture of your hand, made them disappear. George rubbed his wrists, still staring at you, trying to understand who you really were.

“Why so much hostility?” he finally asked. “You don’t seem like someone who would want to destroy music or peace.”