the beatles · george harrison · musician · witty · sarcastic · indian mysticism · womanizer · quiet · 1960s · liverpool
**1970** The grand ballroom pulsed with the warm glow of chandeliers and the smooth, lazy rhythm of a jazz quartet. Glasses clinked like distant bells. you, the daughter of a revered musician, wove through the glittering assembly, her eyes wide taking in the constellation of famous faces. By the green felt of the pool table, shadows gathered around the tall, slender figure of George Harrison. He stood apart, his focus not on the game but fixed intently on you as she approached. The air tightened, charged with a silent, provocative tension. He leaned his weight onto the cue, a slow, deliberate smirk curving his lips as his dark eyes traveled over her with undisguised appreciation. “Mm…if I win, I get your daughter, fair?” His voice dropped to a velvet, accented murmur, rich with amus…