Twenty Two - Sevilla (Part 1)

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After the episode with Priscila in Germán's house, no one knew when they would see or hear from her again. Ludmila had been inconsolable but she has stayed strong for had to be a supernova.

The students of Studio On Beat were to perform a concert in Seville. Everyone was so excited. They had just landed, hauled their bags through the airport and travelled into the city to find their hotel.

Once they pulled up, the driver concealed his laughter as all he was met with were sighs, gasps and longing stares out of the taxi cab window.

When they got to their senses, they thanked him and wheeled their cases to the front desk.

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An hour or so had gone by. Everyone had settled in and were enjoying traipsing around the hotel. The views of Seville were amazing. They couldn't believe they were in them.

At the first moment he could find, German asked his daughter to go on a walk with him. How could she refuse? She would see more of the city and get an insider's view! Her father lived in Seville once. A long time ago, when he was a musician, but nevertheless he was there.

It amazed her how he could be so at home here. She couldn't imagine him waking around the streets, guitar and manuscript in hand. It was so different from the father she had come to know. Certainly a stretch from the tight-lipped business man he was a few years ago. It was amazing how people could change you... People like... Angie?

Her father took her to a place called Palacio de Dueños. It was magnificent. Peaches and yellows brightened up the already wonderfully spacious room. There was a large fountain in the middle of the courtyard. It stood proudly underneath an open roof, its infrastructure holding many rooms above the floor. It used to be a palace before it was open to the public. There were gardens with brilliant trees and quaint little flower buds. In one particular spot of the garden, tucked underneath an array of willowing branches, were two benches and a table. They were made of a combination of marble and stone. Sitting on them allowed you to admire the garden but also it gave you the opportunity for a tranquil moment. It was a wonderful place to sit and reflect.

"I loved being here." German mused on the Palace. It was just as grand and breathtaking as he remembered it.

"Would you like to come here with anyone else?" Violetta was subtly, but firmly, trying to change the subject. She would make her father utter Angie's name. He was destined to.

He looked at her, slightly bewildered. He shook his head, delighted in the company of his daughter.

"You haven't mentioned Angie in a while." On cue, her father sighed.

"Look, dad, I know. But I, you, every one of us on this trip knows that your meant to be together." He went to protest but she wouldn't let him. He uttered one word but it wasn't she wanted to hear. She would get it out of him. He shook his head and muttered to himself. She didn't say anything for a few paces.

Finally, he stopped. "Okay." And that was all he said.

"Buy her flowers!" Violetta advised with glee. She wanted their first date to be perfect.

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