Date: 1/3/2017
By suzynaaa
It was evening when a chorale competition was held. It's a typical choir competition because it was bloody. Instead of singing, it was like war. Because it was a lucid dream, obviously, we won. But, our opponent from City High Chorale, their leader, was still alive. Before that, we were declaired as the winner. But the leader of the City High Chorale stole our price. I decided to chase her using a space ship. But the space ship lead me to my school where my mom is waiting me. Then, she scolded me.