The First Practice
Four sounds, one messy song
On Saturday, the four of us met in my .
My father cleaned the for our first practice.
Kai brought his bass, and Nao carried her keyboard.
Mei set up her drums in the small .
I felt more than ever before that day.
"Let's play our first song together," I said loudly.
I counted, "One, two, three, four," very fast.
Then all four of us started to play.
The sound was worse than a broken .
My guitar was louder than everything in the room.
Kai's bass was slower than my fast guitar.
Nao's keyboard was higher than the real song.
Mei's drums were faster than all of us together.
We stopped and looked at each other in .
Then Kai laughed, and we all started laughing.
"That was the worst sound in the world," Mei said.
"We are not a band. We are a ," I joked.
But the second try was a little better than the first.
Nao listened more than before to my guitar.
Kai played more slowly and watched Mei's hands.
Little by little, our sound became less .
We were still bad, but we were having .
"Next week will be better than today," I said.
We shook hands and made a happy promise together.