𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗥𝗮𝘁 | 𝗠. 𝗥𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗮[UNDER EDITING]

➪𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝗲𝗻

The band is sneaking us in. 

Because the group had won the competition, they are able to hide the two of us in their instruments and sneak us in. I am inside a drum and Miguel is inside a tuba.

I listen closely as they get to the front of the line. "Oh, the competition winners! Congratulations, Chicos."

Yes! It worked!

They shuffle inside the train and the door closes behind us.

I crawl out of the drum and Miguel gets blown out of the tuba. "Thanks guys!" I tell them.

The band is talking to us the entire time as we get to the top of the tower. They are really nice people!

The train bell rings and the door slides open.

I take timid steps out of the train as one of them says, "Hey! Enjoy the party, little músico!" Miguel grabs my hand and pulls me away.

"Gracias!"

We dash up the stairs leading to the entrance. There were so many people there! Showing off skills, eating food, and talking amongst one another.

"Look! It's Ernesto!" A pedestrian says, pointing.

Ernesto is in fact only a few feet away from us. Miguel's excitement was practically radiating off of him.

"De la Cruz!" He mutters to himself one last time before letting go of my hand and running ahead of me.

Why does he always do this.

"Miguel, wait!"

He squeezes through a crowd as I am attempting to catch up to him. Miguel sure does run fast when he's exited.

I push people aside while trying to get to the boy. Once I make my way in, I am met with a very stunned Miguel. I look around in awe, now next to my friend. I had never been to a party before. Is this what it's like? It's all very overwhelming to me, and I am debating on going back outside.

A big pool with swimmers in it catch my eye as we walk. I am too stunned at everything to notice what Miguel is doing. I gaze around and notice that he had left my side yet again. Panic floods me.

I can't be alone here!

"Miguel?!" I call out, voice quivering. He needs to stop doing this to me.

I then see him climbing up a pillar, trying to get on top of it.

WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING?!

Y'know what, i'm not going to go help him. If he gets killed, it's his own fault.

I watch with my arms crossed as he successfully got to the top. He grips his guitar, takes a deep breath, and lets out a grito.

The DJ turns off the music, and everyone's attention goes to him. He starts to play, slowly coming down the steps.

"Señoras y señores,

buenas tardes, buenas noches

Buenas tardes, buenas noches

Señoritas y señores

To be here with you tonight

Bring me joy! Qué alegriá

For this music is my language

And the world es mi familia"

As he is approaching the bottom of the steps, Ernesto turns to him, complete awestruck. And to be honest, I am too.