She Sings Better Than Me

On Wednesday, I visited the rooftop club again.

Ken gave me the words to their favorite song.

"Just try it with us today," he said kindly.

I was scared, but I took a deep breath.

Yuki started the guitar, and I began to sing.

At first, my voice was small and shaky.

But slowly, my voice grew warmer and stronger.

Ken stopped drumming, and Mei's mouth fell open.

"Wow," Ken said. "You sing better than all of us."

My song was clearer and higher than I expected.

I always sang alone at home in my room.

I never sang in front of other people before.

Yuki said nothing and looked at the ground.

Her face was harder than a minute ago.

"You sing better than me," she said quietly.

Then she turned away and looked at the town.

Yuki was the best singer in the club before.

She always practiced her voice every single morning.

Now she felt smaller, and her heart was heavy.

"I am sorry," I said. "I did not mean to."

"It is fine," she said, but her voice was cold.

Mei whispered, "Yuki is sometimes proud, but she is kind."

The rooftop was quieter than before that day.

I wondered if I could really join this club.