Hermana

Chorizo And Horatcha

~MIGUEL POV~

All of the excitement left me as I stared at the horribly made De la Cruz dummies.

"He and his daughter do a couple of songs," Frida said. "The sun rises, everyone cheers—"

"Uh, excuse me," I said timidly. "Where are the real De la Cruz's?"

Frida made a face. "Ernesto and Elivera doesn't do rehearsals. He's to busy hosting that party at the top of his tower."

I looked at the window, towards the big building she was pointing to. It had bright lights coming out of it, and loud music.

I heard someone run in and saw Hector and Maria.

"Chamoco you can't run off like that." Hector scolded.

"Come on, stop pestering the celebrities." Maria said shooing me out

He shooed is out of the room, and Miguel turned to glare at him.

"You said my great-great grandpa and Sister would be here! He's halfway across town throwing some big party!"

Hector scoffed. "Those bums. Who doesn't show up to his own rehearsal?"

"If you're such good friends why didn't they invite you?" I asked.

"You're his great-great grandson and brother, home come you weren't invited?" Maria asked.

I rolled my eyes and Hector turned towards the table of people.

"Hey, Gustavo! You know anything about this party?"

One skeleton turned and scoffed when he saw who it was. "It's the hot ticket, but if you're not on the guest list, you're never getting in, chorizo and horatcha."

The other occupants at the table turned and burst out laughing.

"Hey! It's chorizo and horatcha!" One of the musicians shouted, causing everyone to laugh.

"A-ha." Hector said dryly, putting his bone hand on Marie's....shoulder? "Very funny guys. Very funny."

I looked up at him confused. "Chorizo? Horatcha?"

"Oh, you know these guys are famous! Go on, go on, ask them how they died!"

"I-I don't want to talk about it."

"He chocked in some chorizo! And she drowned from a cup of horatcha!"

With that, the table of musicians burst out laughing. Hector grit his teeth as Maria looked to the ground."

"I didn't choke okay? I got food poisoning, which is a big difference!" Hector defended. "And Maria didn't drown in a cup of horatcha. It wasn't good anymore."

Despite that, they kept laughing.

"This is why I don't like musicians. A bunch of self-important jerks."

I looked at him offended. "Hey, I'm a musician!"

"You are?" Hector and Maria asked together.

"Well if you really want to get to Ernesto there is a music competitions the Plaza De La Cruz. Winner gets to play at his party."

I suddenly got a look on my face and Maria shook his head. "No, no. Chamaco. You are loco if you think—"

"I need to get my great-great grandfathers blessing! You know we here I can get a guitar?"

Hector sighed as he looked between Maria and I.

"I know a guy."