One day, in late September, Dhani Harrison, son of George Harrison, turned onto West 49th St. Hollow Dr. to pick up a friend of his. A very close friend infact that the Harrisons enjoyed her company. She was very pretty and because of that, too many people thought that she was his girlfriend instead of just a friend of his.

 

The car ride was so silent it was deafening so he turned on the radio and tried to find a suitable station to listen to. But by the time he did find one, he was already at her house. He knocked a few times before the door opened to him to let him in to wait in there instead of outside to freeze.

 

When she finally came down, he was, as usual, blown away because she was so stunningly gorgeous. She wore her baby blue peasant blouse and her matching low-rider bellbottoms. “Hello Sara! How are you today? You look absolutely fab!” Dhani said as he helped her into her jacket. “Yeah it’s good to see you too Dhani! I’m fine thanks. Wow! That’s a new one! So where to?” Sara asked in response to his comment.

 

“It’s a surprise! You’ll see…soon.” He replied. Inside his car, she turned up the volume to the song on the radio, her favorite song, ‘Something’ by George Harrison, was on. Though she knew the man herself, who was practically like an over-generous uncle, she sung along only to be joined minutes later by the soft and sweet sound of Dhani’s voice and together they silently prayed for him because of the condition he was in right then.

 

So on they went over to his house first to get some lunch, made by Olivia, Dhani’s mom, and went to his room to hang out and work on their little “Give Peace A Chance” project. The two usually wrote poems, songs, and even drew pictures of peace signs and flowers and stuff like that. But really, all this was a tribute to John Lennon, George’s former friend who died.

 

Chapter two