John spoke up.
"By any chance, do you know the lyrics to my song 'Imagine'?"
Nodding, Geon recalled the lyrics.
---
[Imagine: Imagine this]
Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us, only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today, yeah
Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace, you
You might call a drear,
But I'm not the only one
Soday you will join us, and the world will be as one.
---
Watching Geon reflect on the lyrics in his mind, John continued.
"People say that I sprinkled too much sugar in my songs for conservative folks like Paul McCartney, thus diluting the essence of my beliefs. Sure, I did say that when Paul praised my song. But think about it. What if the lody of that song was complex, hard for the masses to grasp? Would many have sung along or been influenced by my thoughts if it were an intricate and less accessible piece?"
Geon shook his head, indicating disagreent.
"No, probably not. In music, lyrics matter, but what people first connect with is the lody."
John snapped his fingers.
"Exactly! That's why encapsulating ideals in easily approachable music, carrying emotions that resonate within lyrics and lody, is vital. That's the music I create, Geon. It's the answer I found dedicating my life to music."
Approaching Geon, John continued.
"I've experinted too. I had a song called 'So Ti In New York City.' It encapsulated my beliefs and ssages deeply, but its lody was too intricate. Critics praised it, yet no one rembered it. That's when it beca clearer to ."
Sitting back on the couch opposite Geon, John crossed his legs.
"From my first band, the Quarryn, through The Beatles, albums with Yoko, and my solo works, I've gone through nurous trials and tasted musical despair. When I felt disillusioned with The Beatles, Yoko appeared, and I even turned the Beatles' dissolution attributed to her around. It was all my struggle to break free from musical despair."
Taking a bite of pie, John mused.
"Today, this pie tastes good! Anyway, I hope you've wandered less than , at least."
Geon closed his eyes, pondering John's words. They felt like sothing to engrave deep within, akin to fossilized words.
John patiently waited until Geon opened his eyes, hinting that he sensed sothing stirring within the younger man.
Finally, as Geon's expression brightened a bit, John chuckled deeply.
"Looks like sothing struck a chord in you, young lad. Your comprehension is sharp. Alright, it's your turn now. Any advice for ?"
Geon replied with a cheerful expression.
"Mr. Lennon, your words were truly enlightening for . I'll treasure and rember them for life. You'll remain the person who influenced musically the most."
John laughed, waving his hand dismissively.
"Well, that's an honor! Haha, enough of that. Don't give flattery. I'm sure I've cleared so debt of advice with you. Now it's your turn to advise ."
Geon pondered, wrestling with John's words. John patiently waited with a persistent smile.
After a while, as if struck by a sudden thought, Geon asked.
"Mr. Lennon, you ntioned earlier about releasing a song called 'So Ti In New York City.' So... what year is it now?"
John shrugged in amusent.
"The year? You're living without knowing the year? That's amusing. It's 1980."
Geon's expression froze.
"1980? It's 1980? Then... Mr. Lennon!! What's today's date?"
John, finding Geon's reaction odd, glanced at the calendar before replying.
"Let see... It's December 8th. Why?"
Geon's face stiffened.
"Mr. Lennon... in two days. Absolutely do not go out. Do you understand?"
John looked at Geon, puzzled.
"What are you talking about? Why? Stay calm; is this so advice? Are you seeing the future? Why that day? Is there a war about to break, dropping missiles on New York?"
Geon urgently replied.
"No, it's not that! Even if you don't believe , Mr. Lennon, just rember what I'm saying when you go out in two days."
John, unable to comprehend fully, nodded reluctantly.
"Alright, alright. I don't get it, but I'll keep it in mind. Feels like you've hit with sothing, haha! Well, now we must put Sean to bed. Shall we conclude our eting here?"
Geon looked sadly at John and slowly walked out towards the front door.
"Mr. Lennon, please rember what I've said."
Two days later, while returning ho after finishing a recording session with Yoko, John was shot four tis by Mark David Chapman, a ntally disturbed individual, and died.
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