The warm morning sunlight pierced right through prismatic windows of the cathedral, encasing the sanctuary with a welcoming and serene glow...

"Greetings, ladies and gentlemonsters alike. Please stand up for the opening choir." Commanded Father Alvin as he stood in front of the pulpit.

The seating crowd stood up in unison, preparing for the ceremonial introduction. Among the singers were none other than Noelle Holiday herself, standing on the wooden altar among a row of other people (and some familiar faces, too).

"Heaven knows,

the story we've been born

From our hearts

Of the shadows cutting deep,

and the heroes that save us..."

Words of the hymn blessed your poor, tired soul. And within a few seconds of the performance, your eyelids began to weight heavy, your vision starts to blur, and you can't make sense of the lyrics anymore. Soon enough, your consciousness drifted to the dreamworld...

Surprisingly (and against all biological odds), your posture remained unwavering, blending perfectly into the oblivious crowd.

...

Even after the choir's ended, you kept standing upright. With your eyes closed. The churchgoers took concern of this and tried to wake you up, buttttt their efforts were fruitless- fortunately?

Not knowing what to do, the confused churchgoers laid your sleepy ass on one of the pews. Sweet dreams...

Or not. As apparently all it took was a slap to the cheek from the holiday girl herself to wake you up.

"Hello??? Hi???" Those are the good morning greetings you heard as you slowly lifted your eyelids up.

"Um, not to disturb you, but- that was pretty disrespectful you know?" Noelle tilted her head to the side. She seemed neither mad nor disappointed; just... bewildered??