encanto reacts to the media

Surface Pressure

"Words,"- speaking.

'Words,'- personal thoughts.

'words'- evil bad voice in Mirabel's head.

Words- lyrics

||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||

Mirabel looked up to the projection as it started moving. She was now sitting with her Abuela still hugging her and Luisa to her right. She felt nervous, but she couldn't tell why.

I'm the strong one, I'm not nervous
I'm as tough as the crust of the earth is

"What's this, I thought this was about Mirabel now?" Luisa started nervously. She wasn't quite ready for her family to learn of her insecurities.

I move mountains, I move churches
And I glow 'cause I know what my worth is

Mirabel looked to her right and she could tell that Luisa was hiding her panic. She had known for a while that Luisa wasn't doing the best.  Damn this family was a mess. she shifted away from her Abuela a bit. Mirabel loved the positive attention but she didn't forgive her Abuela.

I don't ask how hard the work is
Got a rough indestructible surface
Diamonds and platinum, I find 'em, I flatten 'em
I take what I'm handed, I break what's demanding

ButUnder the surface
I feel berserk as a tightrope walker in a three-ring circus

Everyone cringed, If Luisa was crumbling this early in the song what happens to the rest of them?

Under the surface
Was Hercules ever like "Yo, I don't wanna fight Cerberus"?
Under the surface
I'm pretty sure I'm worthless if I can't be of service

"After this is all done we are having several long conversations about this family," Julieta mumbled to her husband. She felt bad as well, first, she didn't realize how her youngest felt and now she was learning of her middle daughters' insecurities. What next? Her oldest feeling pressured into being the perfect child?

A flaw or a crack
The straw in the stack
That breaks the camel's back
What breaks the camel's back it'sPressure like a drip, drip, drip that'll never stop, whoa

"It's a catchy song," Camilo commented before getting hit up the head by Dolores.

"What!!? IT IS!" he defended. 

Pressure that'll tip, tip, tip 'till you just go pop, whoa
Give it to your sister, your sister's older
Give her all the heavy things we can't shoulder

Mirabel leaned closer to her older sister. And further away from Abuela. She placed an arm around her for comfort. Luisa looked like she was going to cry. And that's valid.

Who am I if I can't run with the ball?
If I fall toPressure like a grip, grip, grip and it won't let go, whoa
Pressure like a tick, tick, tick 'til it's ready to blow, whoa

"Luisa, we love you very much. You don't need to be strong for our love." Agustín said while scooting closer to the comfort pile that was forming around Luisa.

Give it to your sister, your sister's stronger
See if she can hang on a little longer
Who am I if I can't carry it all?
If I falter

At this point, all of the cousins were in the comfort pile. while Isabela may have been the last to join, she gave her sister the best hug. Silent tears were running down Luisa's face at this point, she just felt so loved.

Under the surface
I hide my nerves, and it worsens, I worry something is gonna hurt us

Alma sighed loudly to herself. She was doing a bad job of hiding her failures of this family, wasn't she?

Under the surface
The ship doesn't swerve as it heard how big the iceberg is
Under the surface
I think about my purpose, can I somehow preserve this?

Line up the dominoes
A light wind blows
You try to stop it tumbling
But on and on it goes

(Ah yes,,, lovely panic attack times)

But wait
If I could shake the crushing weight of expectations
Would that free some room up for joy
Or relaxation, or simple pleasure?
Instead we measure this growing pressure
Keeps growing, keep going

"That is it. When we get back you kids are getting less chores and town-work." Julieta said sternly. She was fed up at this point. Everyone was stressed.

'Cause all we know isPressure like a drip, drip, drip that'll never stop, whoa
Pressure that'll tip, tip, tip 'til you just go pop, whoa-oh-oh

Give it to your sister, it doesn't hurt
And see if she can handle every family burden
Watch as she buckles and bends but never breaks

No mistakes justPressure like a grip, grip, grip and it won't let go, whoa
Pressure like a tick, tick, tick 'til it's ready to blow, whoa
Give it to your sister and never wonder
If the same pressure would've pulled you under
Who am I if I don't have what it takes?
No cracks, no breaks
No mistakes, no pressure

"Luisa, if you ever need anything you can come to us," Mirabel said softly to her crying sister.

"Yes, I think from now on we need to have a cousins day, once a month?" Dolores said while pulling Antonio closer to the cuddle pile.

While the kids talked about their plans, the adults looked on, happy that they were getting closer again.

<Hi,,,,, so... its been a bit but finals are done, the acting competition has been won (I'm going on to the next level :0!!!) and I will try to write more often. also sorry about this chapter not being the best,,, low motivation ,,,, please comment and vote ,,, it makes my day>

please do tell me of any misspellings 

:)