Sacred Haven of Debauchery

I remember in music class in elementary school, the teacher asked us to write down what we imagined while listening to a piece of music. I wrote that I imagined a burning city at night and corpses lying all around. Then my parents were called to the principal's office, and I vowed never to answer teachers honestly again or do anything in music class. Later, my parents were called to the principal's office again, this time because the top student, Orlov, had five failing grades in music, but that's a completely different story.