Lover Boy [SLOW UPDATES]

Prolouge

Miguel

7/12/22 11:30 pm

It's been 5 years.
5 years since I went to The Land Of The Dead.
5 years since my family allowed music back into the household.
5 years since the shoe shop got more popular than I expected.
I'm 18 now, with two jobs as a shoemaker, and song writer. My family has made much more money than before. It makes me happy that my family isn't falling apart like before, I'm a lot happier now.
"Miguel!" Abuelita called me down from downstairs, "I have good news for the family! Come down!"
"I'll be down in a minute, Abuelita!" I replied.
"¡vamos, vamos! ¡Bajar aquí!" Abuelita yells at me again.
"¡ya voy! ¡ya voy!"
I shut my journal and shove it under my bed, running downstairs and to my family. I sat on the ground beside my mama and papa.
"So mama, what's the big news?" My papa asks Abuelita.
"Well, I've made a decision, since we saved up so much money from the shoe shop, and Miguel's song writing, we've made enough money to go to Sanfransokyo!"
"Wait, are you serious?!" Rosa asks, sounding more surprised than all of us.
Abuelita rapidly nods, "Start packing! Because we leave first thing tomorrow!!"
All of us get up and scatter to our individual rooms like a large farm of ants.
I pulled my suitcase from my closet and set it on the ground, opening it and shoving in every necessity I could cram in there. I put my guitar in my guitar case and zipped up my suitcase. I grabbed my journal from underneath my bed and put it in the front pocket of my guitar case, making sure to bring my pencil, along with a sharpener and an extra pencil in case I use up that one fully.
I run back downstairs with my suitcase, my papa took my suitcase and set it in the back of the truck.
"Are we going to be driving there or taking a plane?" I asked.
"We will be driving to an airport and taking the plane the rest of the way!" Abuelita says from the other side of the car, "it will take less time!"
The sun was already beginning to set. I wanted to sleep, but the adrenaline running through my veins made it extremely difficult to get groggy.
I ran back upstairs and plop onto my bed. Maybe if I write some music, I'll fall asleep quicker.
I pull out my music journal and start writing whatever comes to my mind.
I should probably take this with me, just incase Sanfransokyo inspires me.

7/13/22 6:10 am
A rapid knocking on my door woke me up.
"Miguel! Hurry up we gotta go!!" Rosa opened my door.
I quickly sat up, stumbling out of my desk.
"¿Qué?" I guess I fell asleep at my desk.
I slap myself awake, getting up and shoving my song journal into my guitar case.
I run downstairs and over to my mama and papa.
"You'll drive with us," Papa says, "the truck is too full."
"¡Bien!" I say, opening the car door and climbing into the back seat. I pulled out my journal and looked through my lyrics again.
"How close is the airport?" I ask.
"Not very far, but the flight will take about a day." Papa replies.
"Will we all fit on the plane?"
"Of course, we already have all the tickets."
"¡Dulce!" I say, looking back through my lyrics and started to edit them on the drive up.
I pulled out my phone and earbuds, putting on some music for the long drive.

7/14/22 7:30 am
I grabbed my suitcase from the conveyor belt, following my family out of the airport and into the city.
It was absolutely mesmerizing, if you told me I was in the future, I would believe it! I can't believe I'm in the largest city in the world!!
"What hotel are we staying in, mama?" Papa asked Abuelita.
"Hilton, it should be close," Abuelita replied.
Their conversation drowned out into white noise as I looked around, completely mesmerized. My eyes locked with a piece of paper stapled to a wooden post.

Sanfransokyo First Annual Music Festival
July 14 at 10:00 pm at Sanfransokyo Institude of Technology.
Sign up at the Sanfransokyo Institude of Technology front desk

I tear off the paper and run over to my papa, "Papa! I need to join!" I say, handing the paper to him, he takes it and skims through it.
"I don't have a problem with this! I would love for your music to get noticed more around the world." Papa says, handing the paper back to me.
"¡Muchas gracias!" I say, hugging onto him.

7/14/22 10:40 pm
Since I was the last to sign up, and last to go on stage, I had to wait a long time until I go up on stage. I constantly kept tuning my guitar, making sure it was perfect.
"You'll do great kiddo," Papa says, hugging onto me.
"Hopefully they react...positively..." I say, fixing the microphone taped to my face.
"I'm positive they will."
The woman on stage finished her final chorus, she walked off stage and to the back.
"Good luck" she says and smiles.
"Thanks," I replied, giving her a smile.
"Last but not least! We have Miguel Rivera!" The announcer says.
I take a deep breath and get up, walking up on stage. The audience cheers with delight, as if I'm a celebrity.
I started to sing 'Un Poco Loco'. I happily tapped my feet to each strumming of my guitar.
I felt like myself up there. I occasionally glanced back at my family, who was cheering with the rest of the crowd.
I finished the song and the last few strums on my guitar.
The audience roared with applause and cheering, especially from my family. I smiled widely and waved at the audience, scanning my face over everyone in the crowd.
I lock eyes with one specific person in the crowd. He looked about my age. He had messy black hair with large brown eyes, when I looked at him, he smiled, revealing a gap between his teeth. He donned a red shirt with a blue jacket.
My heart beat began to speed up as we starred at each other, gazing into each others eyes. He stood there clapping, I stood there holding the neck of my guitar with the instrument strapped over my shoulder.
I got this strange feeling in my stomach, as if something was fluttering inside there.
Eventually, a small group of people who where much older than him, tapped him on the shoulder and lead him out of the crowd.
I blink to out of the trance I was in. I gave the crowd one final wave and walked off stage. I sat back down on a chair and run my hands through my hair. I felt my cheeks, they're burning hot.
I've never felt that way before with anyone. What is this feeling? I don't understand...