I wipe the table as another group of customers occupies the table. Gerald’s voice reverberates through the restaurant and the guests are enamored with his voice. If he didn’t tell me, I wouldn’t even know that he already trained to play the guitar at his school’s club. As for his voice, I have always known he has a good one. His voice is cold and sometimes trilling, and it creates such a lovely tone.
“Their singer is good,” the newly arrived customers comment.
“He’s a bit cute too, although he looks young,” the other one says.
I smile at their comments while being proud that my younger brother is being recognized for something that he enjoys doing. Truth be told, he is shy at first, but he gets familiar with it that now, I see none of the embarrassment he showed when he just started las
