A cross-dressing male ballerina? An art major who can't draw? A staff member with a dungeon full of trapped students? Teachers plotting for world dominance? A full hour of lunch mayhem?

And what is this thing you call "recital"?

Band geek? Orch dork? Choir nerd? What do those terms even mean?!

Arts school you say?

Just what kind of place is this?

"Hello, welcome to Seoul School for the Performing Arts's Annual Gala. It's a pleasure to have you here. This is the program for tonight and I hope your enjoy your time."

Hair gelled up and impeccably dressed in a suit and tie, Student Government Association (SGA) President, Kim Joonmyeon greeted every guest pleasantly outside the entrance to the Expo Hall where half of the event was held.

Across from him, stood the SGA Vice President, Do Kyungsoo, who was helping him pass out program papers. He was dressed similarly however, Kyungsoo had opted for a warm orange tie whereas the older adorned a striped silver and teal tie.

It was nearing time for the guests to proceed into the adjacent building, the Performing Arts Center, for the show when a door from the said building slammed open, causing the only two outside to jump up in shock.

Out ran a petite brunette, whose normally bright, twinkling eyes was replaced with one of fear.

"Joonmyeon hyung!" wailed Byun Baekhyun. His entire appearance was disheveled: tie crooked, blazer precariously close to slipping off, and shirt slowly untucking.

The oldest male paled, knowing that every single catastrophe always started with-

"Have you seen Chanyeol? Tell me have you seen him?" sobbed the poor boy as he clutched Joonmyeon. "Mr. Park said that if he doesn't show up in the next five minutes he's going to chop off all of our heads and roast them over a fire for wolves to eat."

Kyungsoo shuddered at the thought, knowing all too well that the high school band director was serious with the threat.

All of a sudden, screams were heard from the Expo Hall and the familiar shriek of Oh Sehun rippled through the air as Joonmyeon paled even further because Park Chanyeol was running towards them, and he was running pretty damn fast.

"Joonmyeon hyung! Kyungsoo-ah! Baekhyunnie! Help me!" cried the giant as he tearfully looked behind him.

"PARK CHANYEOL YOU ARE SO ING DEAD WHEN I CATCH YOU!!!" roared what appeared to look like Kim Minseok, though the three standing outside couldn't tell because the figure was covered in chocolate.

If it was even possible, Joonmyeon paled more so when he put two and two together.

Kyungsoo must have figured it out too because...

"Chanyeol! Tell me you didn't push Minseok hyung into the chocolate fountain," moaned the owl-eyed boy. He knew they shouldn't have added the choclate fountain after Sehun's incident three years prior. He so knew it.

"AAAHHHH!!"

Minseok's enraged battle cry rang into the night as he charged at Chanyeol. The two tumbled on the ground as Minseok tried to strangle the frightened percussionist. The chocolate on the shorter male was unquestionably now making its way onto Chanyeol's in-door performance band uniform of a white dress-shirt and purple vest and bowtie under a black blazer with matching black pants, shoes, and socks, ruining the outfit.

Joonmyeon thought things couldn't have gotten any worse when the monotone voice of one of the guidance counselors was clearly heard over the chaos.

"Park Chanyeol, Byun Baekhyun, Zhang Yixing. Report backstage immediately. Mr. Park's exact words are 'If the three of you don't come right this instant I will take this baton in my hand and gouge your eyes out'. I repeat, Park Chanyeol, Byun Baekhyun, Zhang Yixing. Report backstage or you will face serious consequences."

And out came Yixing looking a little dazed as he asked, "I'm supposed to be on stage?"