Ven Conmigo ♫ {DISCONTINUED}

Prologue

Diana's outfit ^

To all Selena AND Ralph stans... heyyy ❤️ And to those who aren't stans of both, that's fine, I hope you still enjoy this!
I will put a '🎤' whenever there's singing.

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Diana's POV:

I release a shaky breath as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I always get so nervous before a performance, but I have the time of my life once I'm out there. There's no feeling like it. I touch up my red lipstick and whirl around to look at the two men sitting on the seats behind me, Peter and Evan, also known as my best friends and backup singers/dancers. They're Los Dinos to my Selena. "It's almost time. We ready?" I ask, making them look at me. They stand up and straighten their clothes. "Yup," Evan responds. I nod and walk to the door. "Alright, good. Let's go," I announce as I open the door and exit the small room. The boys follow behind me. "Time to work for a living," Peter remarks as he shuts the door.

We walk down the hall until we reach the entrance to the main part of the banquet hall, where the party is. We're about to perform for a Selena-themed quinceañera. I hope no one is too disappointed that I'm not the real Selena. We listen as the DJ speaks, waiting for our cue. "Bueno, damas y caballeros, no sería una fiesta de Selena sin un tributo para la reina... Un fuerte aplauso para Diana Coronado, Pedro Castillo, y Evan Rivera! [Well, ladies and gentlemen, it wouldn't be a Selena party without a tribute for the queen... Give a big round of applause for Diana Coronado, Pedro Castillo, and Evan Rivera!]" the DJ booms.

With that, I plaster a big smile on my face and walk out, waving as I meander through the tables. People applaud and cheer as we make it to the dance floor and "Come La Flor" starts playing. Peter and Evan go to the mic stands on opposite ends of each other toward the back while I stand in the center of the floor. "Buenas tardes a todos! [Good evening, everyone!]" I yell as I start dancing. Here we go, I think as the first verse comes up. "🎤Yo se que tienes un nuevo amor... [I know that you have a new love...]"

The audience cheers and some people even get out of their seats to dance while I spin, move my hips, and sing. I go through all the requested songs, including: "Ven Conmigo," "La Carcacha," "Ya Ves," "Besitos," and ending with "Baila Esta Cumbia."

(Diana's performance ^ You can skip to 0:35)

I do one last spin and end in a pose, causing the crowd to cheer and applaud. A few people whistle, making me laugh. "Muchas gracias! Thank you very much! Happy birthday, Evelyn!" I speak into the microphone, glancing at the quinceañera. She mouths a "thank you" as she claps, smiling widely. I wave goodbye and jog back to the small dressing room, the boys on my tail. "Whew! That was great," I breathe out, high-fiving the boys. They laugh and Evan comments, "it was awesome, they loved you!" I chuckle and shake my head, causing Peter to tsk and lightly shove me. "Stop being so modest, Diana. Own it!" he expresses.

I take a second before shrugging. "Yeah, I am pretty good at this, huh?" I laugh. "But so are y'all. We make the perfect trio!" I add, fist-bumping them. "Okay, let's go. We already got paid so we have no reason to stay here," Peter claims. Evan and I nod and the three of us pack up and leave the banquet hall.

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I shower and change into pajamas before going to plop down on the couch next to Evan. He, Peter, and I share an apartment near UCLA, the university we attend. Being a girl living with two guys doesn't come without whispers and disapproval from other people. Some assume I'm romantically or sexually involved with one if not both of them. It used to bother me a little but I don't care about what people think anymore, they're always going to talk. "Ooo, Seinfeld! Turn it up," I chirp. Evan obeys, grabbing the remote to increase the volume. We sit quietly as we watch the show until the sound of a phone ringing breaks the silence. I ain't getting up, I want to watch this.

Luckily, Peter exits his bedroom and strides toward the phone. "Hello?" he answers. "Yeah, she's here, hold on. Diana!" he voices. I groan before getting off the couch and trudging over to him. "I'm watching something," I say in a "duh" tone. "It's for you," Peter informs me, sticking his hand out. I take the phone from him and press it against my ear. "Hello?" I ask, wondering who it is. "Diana, it's Carla," the person tells me. Ah, it's my cousin. "What do you want?" I feign annoyance.

I hear her whisper a small "oh," sounding taken aback and giggle. "Anyway... I was calling to tell you that my god-sister is obsessed with Selena so I told her about you and she wants you to sing at her wedding and at her co-worker's going-away party," Carla explains. We don't have any upcoming gigs so this is good. "Sure, we'll do it. When and where is it?" I question. "The wedding is next Saturday and the other party is three days after... in Alabama," Carla informs me.

I freeze in shock. Did I hear that right? "Alabama???" I raise my voice. Who the hell wants to go to Alabama? "Yeah..." Carla trails off. "¡Vos sos loca! [you're crazy!] That's on the other side of the country!" I reply. The farthest we've gone to was Texas, where I'm from. "I know, I know, but she said she'll pay for your hotel," Carla claims. Two events are good. That means more money, which is something we desperately need as college students. "I have to talk to the guys. I'll call you back and let you know, okay?" I state. "Yeah, that's fine," my cousin responds. We say our goodbyes and hang up.

I turn around and stride over to the couch to tell my friends what my cousin said. We discuss it for a little bit, addressing our concerns over money. We started doing this a year ago because we love Selena and want to pay tribute to our favorite artist. I came up with the idea because I'm often told that I'm an excellent dancer and have a similar voice to Selena's, and Peter and Evan are amazing performers as well. Of course, I know I don't sound exactly like her and no one can beat the queen but I love singing her songs. Plus, since we can't always go to her concerts, this is a great way to celebrate her music... and people pay good money for a Selena impersonator so that's a bonus for a college student.

"I mean, yeah, it's far but we don't have anything booked until next month and we could use the money. It's two events!" I point out. Since it's getting colder, there aren't too many festivals or parties like during spring and summer so we haven't had too many gigs. We fall silent as the guys think about it. "I think we should do it," Peter finally opines. I smile at him and flicker my eyes to Evan. He darts his eyes between us before sighing. "I guess we're going to Alabama," he declares.