Nightmare took music lessons, playing the piano. Playing the piano was more of a way for him to kill time, distract himself and hit the keys loudly.

But the music teacher at their school recognized his talent. So he decided he could take up music.

Right now Nightmare was sitting in the hall playing. Sunlight poured in from the windows, the sunset light coloring the room in warm hues.

Mr. Smith was watching him carefully. Until there was a knock on the door.