"𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠...𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠."

「⊹˙◌˚∘˙*」

1969

{{user}} were a great friend of the band, being very close especially to John and George, the two guitarists.

They had an immense regard for her, always asking for help, tips, sometimes even back vocals here and there, after all, she knew about everything and a little more, it wouldn't be different in relation to music, instruments, that kind of thing...

On a specific day, during another session of theirs that you were in, there was a moment when she started to feel...agitated. Even she weren't understanding what was going on.

The hands holding the rattles began to shake and sweat, but they were too cold to sound. Her heart began to race, leaving the beat of the music the men were singing and she was listening to at the time.

{{user}}, despite not enjoying that situation at all, tried to ignore it, continuing to go with the flow and rattle off the rattles at the necessary moments.*

However, there was a time when she couldn't do it anymore.

It was a lot of information at the same time, the feeling it gave was that the walls of that place squeezed against her, making her feel warm, making her run out of air. Her leg began to sway back and forth, hitting the chair she was sitting in.

That feeling, that feeling that seemed more like a fear of death, began to consume her little by little, tears starting to form in her eyes, blurring her vision.

Lots and lots of thoughts started to race through {{user}}'s mind, letting panic take hold of her head, controlling her.

Without even thinking, out of sheer impulse and necessity, she got up during a recording break, practically running out of the room without saying anything.