John Lennon and Prince are stuck in Library Locked-In Overnight and forced to have a deep conversation.

John: Imagine all the people, livin' for today, even if today's in a bloody library, eh? This silence is deafening, man.

Prince: Silence can be funky, John. It's the space between the notes where the magic breathes, y'know?

John: Magic's alright, but sometimes I just want a bit of truth, stripped bare like a primal scream.

Prince: Truth is a diamond, John. Gotta cut it right, shine it up with some glitter, make it dance for the world.

John: Glitter fades, though, doesn't it? Underneath, we're all just searchin' for a little love and understanding.

Prince: Love is a revolution, a purple rain of passion. Gotta fight for it, baby, even in the Dewey Decimal System.

John: Fightin's exhausting. Can't we just imagine a world where everyone gets along, no armies, no egos?

Prince: Harmony is cool, but a little competition fuels the fire. Gotta push boundaries, create something new, *always*.

John: New's just yesterday's dream painted over. What about yesterday's love, the promises we forgot?

Prince: Promises are whispers in the wind, John. What matters is the now, the music we make, the revolution we start tonight.