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"contigo tuve todo lo que yo soñé."
(with you i had everything i dreamed of."
"Enrique," Silvia suggested with a smile, "Why don't you show Anna to her bedroom and then the two of you can get started with your first lesson?"
He nodded his head and immediately did as she said, "Of course."
Taking my bags from me like a gentleman and making me blush subconsciously, he gestured for me to follow him down the hall of the first floor. As we passed various doors and later turned right into another hallway, he began, trying to sound casual. "So, where are you from?"
It was evident that he didn't really know how to talk to a girl. Not that he would ever need to, in the way that I was thinking. He was already married and communication with females was now foreign, scarce for him even. I remembered three years ago when it was announced all over the media that teen idol Enrique Guzman was getting married to the greatest actress of the Mexican golden era, Silvia Pinal. Though she was twelve years older than him and already thirty years old while he was about to be eighteen, he looked absolutely smitten with her. He was like a puppy following her around everywhere and always doing as she wanted.
There had been rumors going around that in reality they didn't want to get married--that it was more like a shotgun wedding because he had gotten her pregnant. But I thought those were just rumors without a basis. There was nothing to prove that to be true and I dismissed it as angry fans just making rumors that their beloved idol was getting married so young, and to an older woman no less. It had broken my heart when I found out. Nonetheless, I was happy for him because he seemed happy.
Even now that I was seeing him in his home as a married man, three years later, he looked happy to me.
He was so young and his life was moving so fast. He was twenty one and with two kids already. He had gotten married at eighteen, and that was the same year he had left his band The Teen Tops, after being the bassist for one year and the lead singer for two years. He was the front man and the most popular member of the group. Everyone had been supportive of him when he decided to go solo. Many said that the split from the band had been Silvia's idea. She had always been the kind of actress who wanted the best of the best, and she didn't want her soon to be husband to share the earnings of his talent with anyone else. He was young and easy to manipulate, and she had convinced him to do whatever she wanted.
"The United States." I responded after a moment, with a nervous cough to clear my throat.
"Then how is it you speak Spanish?" He asked, his feet guiding him easily in the direction of my new bedroom. Despite being a great singer with a beautiful voice, and a musician who could play various instruments, he didn't seem to be very bright.
I linked my hands together, looking down at my feet nervously as I walked. My brain was wired to speak in English all the time and I really had to think hard to make all of my responses in Spanish. But I knew I would get used to it eventually. "My parents were born in here in Mexico, but they moved to the United States when they were young after studying business, translation, and communications at UNAM. And I was born in the United States, but my parents didn't want me to forget my roots so they taught me Spanish. It is my first language."
"I see." He mulled it over, biting his bottom lip.
"Do you speak any language other than Spanish?" I shot a question back at him. I swallowed hard the second the words escaped my lips and I hoped I hadn't sounded rude or like I was trying to pry into his life. I wanted to make a good impression on him. Not only because he would be my student, but because he was my idol. I had admired this man since I fourteen years old and having someone you admire dislike you was a terrible thing.
