Dear diary,
It's a bit weird, but Corona seems to be a virus instead of a person. I really don't understand this era, their logic is so confusing! The names, culture, use of language, music... What happened in those years? In my era, people just lived and didn't really think about everything. We ignored everyone's opinions and responsibilities and just made fun. Here is everyone planning like 30 years forward! Why?
Alright, so a nice old lady just bought me a mouth mask, so I wouldn't infect other people with that virus. She must know that she just gave me a free shoplifting ticket! I mean, without that thing, they don't let me in. I already experienced that, sadly enough. Now, shall I steal another harmonica, or shall I steal a little ukulele? Maybe I could get some money as a street performer, so singing would be nice. But I'm better at playing the harmonica. Well, it seems that I'm just going to steal both!
So, I'm in the music store right now, and there are some things I just don't understand. Why are there so many electronic instruments here? What is the difference between a keyboard and a mellotron? And what is a drum computer? Seriously, what is wrong with a good old-fashioned acoustic drum kit? Weird future humans. Anyway, I have a harmonica in my pocket now, and I'm putting a ukulele under my coat. Nobody seems to notice a thing, so I think I'm safe.
What's that hard sound? You're not going to tell me that they have better security systems now too! Stupid bloody alarm system! Don't look back, John, maybe they didn't see my face!
Pfff, my condition really sucks! But I think I'm safe. I'm standing inside a library right now. I think this is the only normal looking place in this era. Well, there are fewer people, and they've put search-television-things here, but it's not that they've electronic books or something like that.
Finally, some peace. Found a book about rhythm and blues music from my era. I think I'm just going to relax right now and try to read. I'll see if I can make some money with my new instruments tomorrow.
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A Dead Man's Diary
FanfictionIt was a stormy night. John Lennon was making ready for sleep. The wind was blowing hard, but there was nothing to worry about... Take a look in John's diary as something very strange happens to him. Something that'll change his life forever.
