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Joe leans in, half-grinning, half-serious.
“Come on, Nelly… FADED wasn’t about me. I’m just an average Joe. Trudeau was born on Christmas Day. Psalm 45 level beauty. That man walked straight out of a Hallmark prophecy.”

Nelly shakes her head with that calm, almost cryptic smile she gets when she knows something Joe doesn’t.

“Joe… FADED was about you.”

Joe laughs like he’s trying to dismiss it, but the laugh doesn’t land.
“Me? No way. I don’t have the Christmas-born glow-up. Trudeau’s got the whole Messiah-baby-in-the-manger PR package. I’m just a guy with a strong right hand and stories that sound like fever dreams.”

Nelly steps closer.

“Exactly. You’re the one who disappears, reappears, shows up like a ghost in people’s playlists. FADED wasn’t about a prime minister. It wasn’t about glamour or politics. It was about someone who drifts in and out, someone real. Someone who doesn’t even know the weight he carries.”

Joe suddenly feels the room shift, like the Ghost of Friendly Checkers floated through the foyer.

“So… you’re telling me Trudeau gets the Psalm 45 face… but I get the song?”

Nelly nods.
“Not everything beautiful is born on Christmas Day.”

And for a second, even Joe doesn’t feel so average.

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War is Over

Joe Jukic leans back, watching the snowfall through the window, that quiet Toronto December hush muffling the city. Nelly Furtado sits across from him at the kitchen table, sipping mint tea from a chipped mug. The lights on the tiny Christmas tree twinkle like soft Morse code.

JOE:
Nelly… we’re young John Lennonists. Always were. Lennon is our hero, our superman. Without him? Our minds are empty. Just static. He’s the blueprint of what it means to be awake in a sleeping world.

He taps the table with a finger, unconsciously keeping time to “Mind Games.”

JOE (continuing):
You know what I saw last night? Yoko’s new animation—War is Over. The Christmas one. The one everyone’s arguing about online. But I watched it the way you’re supposed to watch Lennon: with the inner ear, not the drama channel.

Nelly tilts her head, curious.

NELLY:
And? What did it say to you?

Joe stares into the lights of the tree, as if they’re glyphs only he can decode.

JOE:
It’s not just a cartoon, Nelly. It’s a prayer disguised as pixels. Yoko’s telling the world the same thing she told it in ’71: that peace isn’t something governments sign—it’s something people imagine. And imagining is the final rebellion.

He smiles, small but luminous.

JOE:
People mock her because they don’t understand the power she and John unlocked. They think peace songs are naïve. But every empire falls to an idea before it falls to a sword. And Lennon—he was the architect of ideas that outlive bullets.

Nelly sets down her mug, her eyes softening.

NELLY:
So the animation… it made you feel hopeful?

Joe shakes his head gently.

JOE:
Not hopeful. Responsible. Like she handed us the torch again. Lennonists aren’t a fan club. We’re custodians. Guardians of the message.

He looks at her, almost solemnly.

JOE:
War is over—if you want it. And if we’re honest? Most people don’t want it enough. But we do, Nell. We always did. Even when we were kids. Even when we didn’t have the words.

A beat. Snow continues its steady descent.

NELLY:
Young Lennonists… I like that. It sounds like a movement.

Joe grins.

JOE:
It is. And we’ve been in it since day one.

He reaches over and flicks on the old stereo. A quiet guitar intro fills the room. Lennon’s voice arrives like a ghost with perfect aim.

“So this is Christmas…”

And for a moment, everything is still—
just Joe, Nelly, and the soft echo of a man whose message refuses to die.

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One Room School House

Joe and Nelly sit on the old wooden bench outside the café, a soft breeze lifting the ends of her hair.

Joe:
“You know, Nells… I’ve been reading about those old one-room schoolhouses. The way kids learned back then. No grade levels, no rigid tracks. Just a room, a teacher, and children teaching each other. A place where if a kid understood something faster, they just moved on. No one accusing them of being a ‘teacher’s pet.’”

Nelly looks down, tracing a circle on her coffee cup with her finger.
“You remember they used to call me that,” she says quietly. “Just because I liked learning. Because I talked to the teacher. They made me feel like doing well was something to be ashamed of.”

Joe shakes his head.
“That’s the poison of the Prussian model. Bells. Hierarchies. Everyone slotted into these invisible ranks. If you shine, they mock you. If you struggle, they shame you. And the whole point is to make everyone obedient, predictable… manageable.”

He reaches over, gently touching her wrist.
“In a one-room school, you would’ve skipped half those grades before lunch. Nobody would’ve said a damn word except, ‘Good for her.’ You’d have been the bright kid helping the younger ones. The older ones helping you. Learning was just… natural.”

Nelly smiles, a little sadly.
“Would’ve been nice. Maybe I wouldn’t have spent so much time hiding who I was. Pretending to be less smart just so people would leave me alone.”

Joe leans closer, voice soft but steady.
“You never had to hide from me. Not then. Not now. They picked on you because they saw the spark. I saw it too—but I wanted to protect it, not snuff it out.”

She breathes in, her eyes warmer now.
“I guess that’s why I always trusted you, Joey. Even when everything else felt loud… you made it quiet.”

Joe nods, looking out over the street.
“One room. One teacher. A simple place where brilliance isn’t a crime. I wish the world worked more like that. We’d have fewer bullies… and more Nellies.”

Nelly leans her head on his shoulder.
“Thank you,” she whispers. “For seeing me. Even back then.”

Joe smiles.
“I always did.”

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