Melted City

Chapter 3

   After a distant travel, Jack finally saw the music room.

   The music room was large enough to fit a thousand people—that is, if you squeeze them inside.

   Everyone sat.

   In front of the room lies a very shiny, very dark, and very expensive grand piano.

   "Wow."

   Everyone felt the excitement—this grand piano was new and this grand piano seems like it could play wonderful melodies. Each of them wished that they would get a chance to touch—or even, to play the piano.

   "I'm gonna play with that piano!"

   "Nope. That piano's mine."

   But then the excitement suddenly faded.

   "Fat chance, my dear students!" a voice from the door said.

   Standing in the golden door was a music teacher named Mr. Kalypso.

   "What's with the silence? Not enjoying the first day of school?" Mr. Kalypso said.

   Mr. Kalypso sighed.

   Mr. Kalypso was one of the worst teachers in this academy, according to his former students. His voice may sound jolly, but a little tune up reveals his true identity: that he is one of the reasons why 40 students decided to kill themselves.

   Following from the sigh were faint sounds coming from the students.

   "Oh no." one student said.

   "Is he—?" another student said.

   "That's Mr. Kalypso."

   "—kissing me!"

   "—banana on the floor. Okay?"

   "—booger tastes salty—"

   "Enough!" Mr. Kalypso said.

   Everyone shutted their mouths.

   "Well, well, well." the music teacher said. "I am totally surprised that most of you know me! Do any of your relatives that are my former students?"

   No one answered.

   "Anyways, I saw your eyes looking closely at this grand piano. I am deeply touched with your interest." Mr. Kalypso said. "Though the only problem is that this piano is worth a thousand bucks, which means all of you are prohibited from touching this beauty."

   "Aw." Jack said.

   "Okay, that's enough for the introduction. We should start our class."

   Mr. Kalypso clapped his hands. Then the curtains closed. The curtains hid the grand piano's shine and beauty.

   Mr. Kalypso picked up a paper.

   "Let's see... Aha, Ms. Madeleine! Can you stand up, please?"

   A female student stood up from the back. The student's hair was blond.

   But this blond hair never helped her, even at this moment.

   "Sing! Sing for me!" Mr. Kalypso shouted happily.

   Madeleine started to sing.

   Her voice was terrifying.

   "Stop, stop, stop!"

   The disaster continued―the bullies sang like pigs; the girls sang in high pitches.