Perfectly Imperfect
Mizi cornered Sua after school. She'd wanted Sua to sing for her for a while, but so far had had no luck in convincing her to sing. "Please? I know you won't be bad at it, you can't be bad at anything." Maybe flattery would win her over. Sua was a great actor and an amazing artist, but she often downplayed her talents.
Sua muttered, "I'm not good at singing. Compared to you, I sound like a dying hyena." Her normally pale complexion flushed and she looked at the floor.
Mizi stifled a laugh, struggling to keep a straight face at the comparison. "Please, love?"
Sua sighed. "Fine, if it'll get you to leave me alone."
Mizi squealed and took a seat to watch and listen.
Sua took a deep breath. "Oh my clematis, hope bloomed from the abyss..."
Mizi listened, enchanted. Sure, her voice wasn't perfect-sometimes it went a bit high, but you couldn't look away. Sua performed while she sang. She was a voice that you would gladly listen to on the radio, that you looked forward to hearing in the morning. Mizi always wanted to hear Sua's voice, but now she knew she would also want to hear Sua's songs.
Sua finished and looked at Mizi shyly. "That's it," she said.
Mizi clapped her hands together. "That was amazing," she said honestly, and Sua knew she meant it.
Sua's voice wasn't perfect, but it was real, and it was beautiful.