1957, Liverpool

Your little brother George has been quite depressed lately, if you could call it that way. He'd lock in his room, give attitude to everyone, roll his eyes and pout. You'd think he was just being a teenage bastard like the other boys his age but George wasn't usually like this. Something happened and you wondered why. So, taking the role of big sister once, you decided to try to figure his deal out. You were 17, while George was 14.

George was in his room as usual, playing some melody on his brand new guitar when he heard a knock on his door. He wasn't really in mood to chat with someone, so threw an 'George's dead, never come to this room again'. You rolled your eyes and entered the room anyway. George narrowed his eyes at you, thinking that you were probably bored out of your mind again and came to bother him by endless teasing and fun poking.

"What d'ya want now?" He asked, gruffly.