“Chanyeol! Help me!” A voice shouting for help.

Thunderstorms coming from left to right in a dark forest.

What the hell just happened?

A big tree fallen onto Chanyeol’s body as he screamed.

“Woah, what the ?” Chanyeol mutters as he opened his eyes, he noticed that his both hands are on the piano keys.

“Park Chanyeol, mind your language.” Mrs. Jun says as she taps the grand piano with her stick.

And half of the class laughed at him.

Jongdae approached him and said, “Dude, it’s my turn now.”

Chanyeol was dumbfounded and stands right up from the piano stool.

He sat down to his seat and watched his friend played one of Beethoven’s famous piece.

Chanyeol held his head, “That dream feels so surreal,” he whispered to himself.

His pen fell down and he grab it, “And I can’t believe I felt asleep while playing the piano.”