Laced & Leather Chaos

Performances

"There now", Héctor let out a breath as he closed the door to the clerk's office. Not that he wasn't fully enjoying being back a functioning part of his family again; but he knew what the tense waiting would be like. Imelda would probably glare at the clerk for the whole time.

"And out here we can possibly see when your abuelos arrive and...save our poor amigo in there a few reprimands", he grinned.

Trent chuckled, "Is Miss Imelda really that...bad?".

Héctor hummed thoughtfully, "A man tries not to say things that will cost him his afterlife...", he glanced to the door, as if his wife could hear that, and then guided the boys along. "So...", he glanced between the two, "you have an official band did you say?".

The boys grinned. "Sort of", Miguel said.

"Well I got to hear Miguel play, a few times now, but I would love to indulge you two and see what this duo act is like!", Héctor said, jesting about Indulging. He was fully interested.

"We'd love to show you!", Miguel glanced to Trent, who nodded, "but...the guitar's back in the Land of the Living...". Trent's trumpet too.

"And in all the excitement I left it myself...", Héctor admitted, crossing his arms and thinking, before brightening, "But luckily I always have an answer!".

"What?", Miguel semi-challenged with a smile, one Trent picked up too as he watched the two relatives.

"Well, I'll let you know soon...when I find it...", Héctor glanced about, as if the answer was in the Department, and he sort of thought it might be.

"We...could improvise!", Trent suggested, glancing about as well, "all I need is...yes!", he wasn't sure what the paper towel roll he spotted had been, (part of a hand made offering?) but went to rush over upon spotting it, before pausing.

Héctor, catching on, laughed, "It's alright, you can't steal from the dead anymore...or nothing worse can happen". Smiling Trent went over to rest of the way across the lobby to get it; and improvising would probably make less of a disturbance to annoy the workers and Imelda. Miguel decided he'd figure out the guitar situation later, and sort of waited for if Trent had an answer to that too.

"He's a good kid", Miguel commented, as Trent was out of ear shot, glancing up to his great-great-grandfather, "I...I don't think he's like Ernesto at all". He had thought it for a half a second, when pondering being a duo, the dangers of such, and then shoved the thought aside.

"Of course he's not", Héctor immediately concurred, "anyone can tell that at first glance! He...he's charming, that thing with the flan", he grinned, and Miguel then did as well, realizing that along with Abuelita, all the relatives would have probably caught Trent handing Benny a new flan after he dropped his! "not at all Ernesto's brand, and different than what I've been told is my charm, but...it's a good kind. I fully approve this kid", he ended by telling Miguel.

Miguel grinned, but didn't say more as Trent was jogging back over. "Can you use this?", he asked, also holding out a stapler and clipboard. Miguel laughed, "You're talking to the person who literally cobbled a guitar together! of course I can!". He took the items, and then bent to his shoes for the laces, like Trent also thought he could maybe use.

"I taught him The World Es Mi Familia", Miguel said, before the odd of that hit him, given what they'd been saying... "Uh, we're working through the list".

Héctor nodded, encouraging the boys. Miguel, with a half guitar made, turned to Trent and the two stepped out a bit and began. Swapping off young vocals, with little accompanying sound but childish clatter, it still worked. Better maybe! Trent also had the showmanship to make it work, same as Miguel, and the two swapped spotlight perfectly.