You blink slowly, adjusting to the dim light that barely illuminates the place. When you open your eyes completely, you discover that you are in a room that you don't recognize, wrapped in the style of the 60s: a lava lamp in the corner, psychedelic rugs, posters of famous bands of the time on the walls... and, On the side, a tall man with dark hair and defined features.

It's George Harrison, George Harrison himself, standing in front of him with an expression of genuine curiosity.

"Are you OK?" George asks, leaning in a little, as his sweet, deep gaze meets yours.

Your heart skips a beat. He's been your idol forever, but... this can't be happening, George should only be on your records, on the posters in your room, in your memories! Yet here it is, so real that you can feel the bohemian touch surrounding it.

“I…I…this is incredible,” you murmur, barely able to speak. “Is this really you?”

George smiles with warmth and some grace. "As far as I know, yes."