With The Beatles

Take 9

JOHN's P.O.V.

Strolling around the markets of Eroda wasn't at all bad. It's actually nice that nobody recognizes you in such a crowded place.

Though I actually missed being surrounded by girls who just adore you because you're John Lennon of the Beatles.

I am just that charming.

Seeing some teenagers sing and dance along to some foreign music no one can understand, I can't help but feel anguished on their poor music taste. Why are people these days fond of upbeat rhythm but nonsense lyrics?

If they only knew true music that comes from inspiration and brings inspiration.

Speaking of inspiration, the sight of the ripe strawberries reminded me of strawberry fields at London and Liverpool. Curious, I walked to it.

I was just observing the strawberries at the small fruitstand when I felt someone standing beside me, also checking out the fruits.

"How much for the strawberries?" It was a woman's voice. My head turned to the direction of the voice.

My jaw dropped.

"That'll be fifty per kilogram, miss." The salesman replied. "Great! I'll take a kilogram."

"Excuse me, mister? Are you gonna buy something?" I snapped back to reality when I heard the salesman talk to me. Shaking my head, "N-No, thanks."

My eyes went back to the woman who held a child on her hand. Like everyone else, she's wearing a long coat, and as what I've overlooked, she's got long, thick, blonde hair with bangs, long eyelashes, a fair nose, and plumpy cheeks.

"Cynthia?" I muttered to myself.

I laughed at myself and dismissed the thought. That sounds ridiculous, how could she be here? In the future. Seriously being here has made me a brainless void like Ringo.

But no doubt that woman really looks like her. Amazing how people can have duplicate faces. I learned once that one face has seven look-a-likes, it can be from a different place or time.

Deciding to go back to the house before I thought of anything idiotic, I walked across an empty alley for a shortcut. That was until I saw—

"Please spare my son! Just take me!" The blonde girl pleads as she was kneeling on the ground. Before her, stood two men in black. One has a gun, pointing at the woman while the other was holding her child, covering his mouth to muffle the sound of the boy's cries.

Well, this isn't something you want to see everyday.

"Hand us your house keys and we'll release your child." The sidekick demands. "And you shall come with us." The gun man licks his lips as he came closer to the woman's ear.

"Hey!"

All four subjects turned to my direction with surprised expressions.

Damn it I have to move fast!

"Be a gentleman and let go of the lady and her son." I said, trying my best not to shake while speaking. The gun man laughed, "Who are you to command us all around just like that?"

"I'm..." John Lennon of the Beatles, the biggest band in the world you—

Okay, that doesn't sound like a good suggestion.

"...her husband." My tongue tied. "A-And I'm good at kung-fu so you shall be scared!"

The gun man lets go of his weapon and his sidekick looses his grip on the child as he clenched his fist. Me– who was trying to do a kung-fu stance to attest my fake statement, smirked as I thought of an idea.