A dozen or so people gathered, and just the sound of their conversations and laughter was loud enough to carry into the courtyard outside.
The snow floated gently down, unable to veil the glowing lights of the world.
Hayes Edwards insisted on proving that his singing had improved since before. "I've been learning from Mr. Landon for over six months!"
Everyone turned to James Landon.
James Landon said, "I did teach him, but…"
"No 'but'! Come on, Mr. Landon." Hayes Edwards gripped the microphone. "Don't say 'but.' Just give me a chance to perform and amaze them!"
Amaze them?
More like scare them!
Two minutes into the song.
Matthew Quach clung to Goldie, his little eyebrows scrunched up tightly in waves, his expression earnest. "Sis, this uncle sings so awfully."
Hannah gently rubbed his head and laughed. "Even though it's not pleasant, maybe we can still give him a chance to perform. How about that?"
Matthew reluctantly nodded.
Mom always said to be tolerant of others.
