One Week to Go
A cold, a lost voice, and a cold sunset
The festival was going to start in one week.
We practiced every at five on the rooftop.
On Monday, our song finally sounded strong and clear.
On Tuesday, we fixed the ending in two hours.
Ken was going to add a drum solo at the end.
Mei was going to play a soft part in the middle.
Everything was , and we felt very proud.
But on Wednesday, Yuki did not come to practice.
She sent a short to us at night.
"I have a bad . I can't sing now," it said.
On Thursday, Yuki came, but her voice was gone.
She could only , and her face was .
"The festival is on Saturday," she said in a voice.
"I am going to , and I will be fine."
But we were all worried about her .
"You should stay home and sleep," Mei said softly.
"We are going to practice without you today," Ken said.
The rooftop felt without Yuki's strong voice.
"What are we going to do on Saturday?" I asked.
Nobody answered, and the wind felt at .
In one day, everything had changed for us.
Yuki was our leader, and now she was .
I looked at the stage plan in my hands.
Saturday was coming, and we were not .