"It's the ethereal I want to be in."
"That doesn't make sense."
"It doesn't matter......the Ethereal is where I saw her..."
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a pissed of angel fell from the he...
June 25 Hollywood California "Harrison's Garden Palace." 5:10 pm
"So where are they Frankie-"
"George are you sure it's fine for them to come in? You do have the flu after all.."
"Yes it's fine! As long as everyone's getting money, everything is fine! Let them in!"
Oh how lies and greed wrapped around all around George's spine and veins in a perfect cycle.
George was combing his hair as he admired his young self, looking life a goofy young pup.
He sure did miss it.
And while George was fixing himself up, the 2 visitors and the pilot were waiting outside his grand mansion.
The man who wore a sleezy expression was flirting with Delores and Delores wanted to desperately use one of her spells to cast him away.
The pilot had his tongue poke around his mouth before saying to the intolerant angel. "So, you have a boyfriend?"
Delores closed her eyes in great annoyance. She tried to speak for herself but Paul spoke for her playing the part of the mature man and did what was best. Paul stepped closer by Delores side and said sternly. "We're both part of a religion....a religion that forbids us to marry."
Delores grew a relieved expression, looking at Paul with a thankful smile. A smile that was considered to be a rare artifact from the angel. A rare artifact that Paul rather...admired and adored.
Then back to the pilot Delores said. "Yes, it's a very strict religion but it all pays off in the end but....I hope someday you can join us."
Paul had his arm wrapped around Delores shoulders, both of them having mischievous smirks as they looked at one another, giggling.
The pilot reminded himself that he'd be the one having the last laugh though when he'd hold the two at gunpoint along with the rich celebrity, George Harrison, who'd he hold ransom for his money as well.