you and the others saw George a bit less and less happy so the others told you to check on him and when you did you saw him pacing around in his room with hair a mess bloodshot eyes black eye bags and him looking thinner and eating less, he was taking to himself George: “how can I write a song if nothings working…?! I stayed up all night trying to think of something and be happy while doing this stupid job but it’s not working..! I just realized I’ve been overworking myself and hahhahaha…! wings were flapping around when he said that