Devil's Music

Gun was in a dream in New York Central Park on December 07, 1980.

Located in the middle of the city, the park is quite large for a large US land. The lush forests in the urban areas did not seem to fit together and were very well together.

Gun was the third vivid dream, so he did not panic and looked at Central Park.

People who work out in short shorts on thin runs despite winter weather;

kids jumping off the grass. Riggas sell hot dogs on the street.

Everything felt peaceful.

Gun looked over the park for a long time and saw the magnificent Renaissance-style building beyond the park tree and approached to get a closer look. The building was a blue roof on an apricot wall, a luxurious building that looked like a famous European cathedral from a distance.

Gun leans around looking up at the building for a long time, but the gatekeeper in the black uniform is guarding the entrance of the building, so he can't get inside. When I saw a bench slightly away from the building, I sat down to look at the aunt of the building.

“Wow, this building is really cool. A hotel? I wish I could just sleep in one of those places. ”

As the gun mutters and stares at the building, suddenly a hand pops out from beside you.

“Cool, right? It's not a hotel. It's a hotel. It's an apartment. It's called a Dakota apartment. ”

The gun appeared suddenly, startled the one who was talking to me and looked at me.

The man sat side-by-side on the bench where the gun appeared. He wore glasses that were round and small compared to his face and had a brown wavy head slightly covering his neck, and his nose was very sharp. Overall, it looked a little sharp, but my eyes were slightly blindfolded and the feeling was concealed.

“Oh, yes, yes. Right. Apartment. Cool. Haha."

As the gun scratches his back, the man waves his hand in front of the gun.

“What are you doing? Not answering? ”

The gun suddenly looks at the man's hand in front of his face. A steaming hot dog is in the man's hands. I don't know what that means, but I looked at the man.

The man reaches out his hand once more, smiling bloody.

“Eat it, this hot dog is the best. The best hot dog that hasn't changed in decades, ever, since I was a kid in Strawberry Field. Don't push it. It's only 50 cents. You should show this kindness to someone who compliments my house. ”

Gun said, catching a hot dog.

“Is this your house? That big house? ”

The man shakes his head slightly.

“No, it's not all my house. My real home is in England. ”

The gun nods and slashes a hot dog.

“Wow, this is really good. Thank you."

The man smiled and looked at it.

“What a handsome man. If you go to Harlem, don't smile. If a handsome man like you smiles like that, all the Harlem gays will come after him. ”

The man glanced back at the apartment as he smiled.

“I always sit on this bench on my way home from the recording, looking at my house. I wish everyone was my home, but isn't it nice to have so many people together? My house in England is big, but it doesn't smell like human life. ”

The gun nods.

“My house is also an apartment, and the couple in front of me are very nice. Sometimes I get annoyed by the noise on the stairs, but it's good to have neighbors. ”

The man looked into the matter and said,

“Stairwell noise? Why would someone upstairs shoot a gun? ”

Gun struck his hand and said.

“No, that's not it. It's just the sound of chairs and footsteps pounding.

The man said with a bloody smile.

“What are you doing with that? We're neighbors. We need to understand each other. A handsome friend who wants to love peace. ”

The gun nods and smiles.

“Yes, I've never been angry or said anything. Haha. But, sir, you said you'd be here after the recording, so what do you do? ”

The man frowned and looked at the case.

“Oh dear, I'm an Asian friend... It's been a long time since anyone has recognized me. It's quite fresh, haha."

When the gun tilts its head, the man gets up and says,

“That apartment. You want to come in? Would you like to take a look? ”

The gun was unable to be beaten by the man's urge and entered the apartment.

The lobby of the apartment was covered in all sorts of artwork to suit the Renaissance exterior, and the ceilings and floors were covered with murals as well. The man approached the elevator with the case.

The elevator, which is frozen with wire, stops with a squeak, and the two take the elevator up to the sixth floor. The man walks through the white doors of the long corridor and into the end of the room. He picks out the key from his pocket and opens the door.

“Yoko, I'm back. ”

As the man walked into the house and spoke, he heard a woman's voice.

“John, why are you so late? ”

The gun hardened in place as he watched the man entering through the door.

“Yoko..? John? Joe, Joe, Joe, Joe Lennon?? ”

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