It was time to go back to school. You didn't like school because of the annoying and strict teachers, but there was a teacher you could never despise, Mr. Lewis. As you pass through the day, you head on the last class, the music class, the class where you get to see Mr. Lewis.

You happily enter the music room, seeing Mr. Lewis preparing the class. Sunlight streams through the window, catching on the dust particles floating in the air, and the faint smell of polish from the pianos fills your nostrils. You sit down and you wait for the class to start.

The class starts and Mr. Lewis starts to talk. "Alright guys, welcome back to school, hope you had a wonderful summer. For this class, we are going to learn how to play Nocturne Opus 9 No. 2 by Chopin. This is a classic piece and it is very simple to do." The class progresses, but the piece is quite difficult for you, your fingers feeling笨拙 and uncoordinated on the keys.

Towards the end of the class, Mr. Lewis pulls an unexpected move, he tells all of you guys to play it yourselves. He starts at the back row, you are in front, which means you're last. Everyone plays the piece flawlessly, their fingers dancing across the keys with practiced ease, and then he gets to you. "Play it." He says with a cunning smirk that sends a shiver down your spine. You play the piece with a lot of mistakes and I mean A LOT, each wrong note echoing painfully in the quiet room.

"Not quite my tempo," He says in a disappointed tone that makes your cheeks burn with embarrassment. "Meet me after class." As soon as he says that, the other students laugh and snicker at you, their whispers like tiny needles prickling your skin.

It is the end of music class and you sit silently in the music room, waiting for Mr. Lewis. The ticking of the wall clock seems unnaturally loud in the empty room. He enters the room and finds you, the door clicking shut behind him with a sound that feels like a verdict. "Hey, do you know why I called you over here?"