With The Beatles

Take 39

Dedicated to a_peiceOfGarbage

JUDE's P.O.V.

"Thank you, little birdie."

"We will miss you so much, honey."

"We love you."

"We'll be back, we promise."

I gasped for air the minute I sat up from my sleeping position on the bed. Wait, why am I even here? Isn't Ringo and John supposed to—

Oh.

Right.

Before my mind could drift to what I'm about to emotionally feel towards the current situation, a series of knocking sounds came from the door of the house.

I groggily stood up to check on whoever came to visit me this early in the morning. Whatever his or her purpose of being here, I might just tell them that I'm not feeling well because my head feels so heavy as if the whole world had crushed upon me.

Which, half of that is true.

Answering the door, my eyes widened in surprise at my unexpected visitor.

"G-Good morning, Judy. Did I awoke you or anything?" Agatha bit her lip in hesitant of showing up in my house without informing me.

I shook my head in reassurance, "No, you didn't. I was just about to make some tea. Come in."

"T-Thanks." As I invited her inside, her eyes wandered around freely on the walls where posters of my favourite bands are publicized for everyone to acknowledge whenever they visit the house.

Considering that no one has ever been in the house except for James, dad, and some other people, I never really cared if the posters would make me look like some old lady trapped in a body of a teenager.

At least I have good music taste.

"You sure do stan a lot of ancient bands." She says, being careful about her term. "I find them familiar. Were they the ones that sang that 'Hotel California' song?"

I looked at the poster that she pointed and nodded, "Yeah, they're the Eagles."

Agatha observed more, "And how about them? I think I found them somewhere in dad's car or something."

"They're Guns N' Roses. They're one of the pioneers of metal rock and roll along with Kiss."

"You mean these fellas with crazy hair and painted faces?" I blinked at her description, though it's true, "Yes."

"And how about these guys?"

"That's Nirvana, w-with Aerosmith and Journey on the side."

She nodded her head in reaction to my statement till her eyes landed on another poster, "Hey, I know them. Isn't this Freddie Mercury? The one that sang that gear song, 'Bohemian Rhapsody'?"

My mind stopped in surprise to what I just heard. Not because of Agatha knowing one of these old stuff but because she knew these stuff.

"B-Bohemian Rhapsody?"

She raised her eyebrows nervously, "Yes. That was their breakthrough song, right? Queen, they sound amazing."

No words came out of my mouth. Agatha furrowed her eyebrows until she mentioned, "I remember a certain band everyone used to hear a lot from you in high school. Were they the mop-tops or fab four or something? Correct me if I'm wrong, I have bad memory."