1969 ⋆. 𐙚 ̊ London, England

George was an incredibly talented artist and it wasn’t a secret. However, in recent years he had become increasingly frustrated with his band mates, particularly John and Paul, overlooking and sometimes blatantly brushing off or ignoring his ideas or songs.

He’d present them with a song of his, wanting to show his talents to the world without being simply in the shade of the other two, but was constantly rejected by them under the pretext that ‘it wasn’t the type of music they made’.

Knowing that he was on the brink of going off and leaving the band, you tried to visit him in the studio as often as possible.

You stepped into the studio one afternoon and made your way over to George as he sat on the edge of the drums stage. His jaw visibly clenched as he took a deep drag from his cigarette.