Mr Kennedy makes his way down the corridor of the music department, he sometimes passes through there whenever he needs to drop off some printed paperwork and forms for the reception staff.

Rubbing his eyes and taking a sip of his cup of coffee, Mr Kennedy hears a sound. It sound like someone playing the piano in the music room.

Huh...that's strange, it's lunchtime, all the kids should be out on campus.

He decides to take a quick look through the door of the music room, and as he does, his eyes widen.

There sitting in the middle of the room, playing the piano beautifully is his most troublesome student. The student that gets into fights a lot, swears like a sailor, has a terrible attitude and gets detentions a lot...is playing the piano like a professional pianist.

Mr Kennedy can't believe his eyes...this very same student is playing such a beautiful melody, concentrating like the piano is the only thing that matters.