Hot days in Santa Celina were all that seemed to happen, the streets were ablaze with families preparing for Dios De Los Muertos. Among the families there was a rather handsome singer with a smug look on his face
"Today, I shall make her more then a wee bit poco loco." Hector said tuning his guitar as he approached the doorway surrounded by a turret.
Meanwhile.
Inside the house was a stout man (Think of papa Julio but a little taller and fatter) polishing his shotgun, before a certain high note from outside his door caught him off guard.
"Ay yi yi!" Mister Diaz said in fear of who was on the other side of the door.
"Senorita!" The man cried giving papa Diaz relief. "I only wish to play you a song.
"Who in the evil eye's name are you buddy?!" He said opening his door.
"Eh apologies Senor. i'm uh, looking for Imelda?" Hector said holding up his guitar in defense. "I was afraid she had taken another step to make me leave."
To Hector's surprise Diaz burst into laughing.
"Eh, yeah full of fire that one, just like her mother right?" Diaz said gesturing for Hector too come inside.
"Papa!" Cried Imelda rushing downstairs. "I heard a shot! Intruders? Oh . . . Yes intruders,"
Imelda had a scowl upon first sight.
"I wish you your aim was better father." She added crossing her arms
"Well your aim was true when you struck my heart!" Hector said poetically.
"And here i thought my shoe hit your head Mariachi." Imelda said scathingly.
"Please, call me Hector, you've called me Hector before, mi amor!" Hector said attempting to woo her.
"Only when you stop calling me that." Imelda said turning her back.
"Well your doing better with her, then i did with her mother, it took a song to convince her to say yes." Diaz said chuckling at his past being reborn.
Imelda was thankfully turned around, so her father would not see her so upset. But he could tell from the look on Hector's face, that history once more was repeating itself.
"Let me hear it mariachi!" Diaz said laughing. "Hector was it? Play me this song."
"Only if you play me yours senor!" Hector said plucking a few strings.
What color's the sky?
¡Ay mi amor, ay mi amor!
You tell me that it's red
¡Ay mi amor, ay mi amor!
Where should I put my shoes?
¡Ay mi amor, ay mi amor!
You say, "put them on your head!"
¡Ay mi amor, ay mi amor!
You make me un poco-
"OKAY!" Imelda said grabbing his guitar while blushing furiously. "Take your guitar and your, your stupid smirk out of here!"
She threw the instrument back into his arms (Luckily undamaged otherwise Ernesto might just kill him) before leaving.
Her shoes clicked the ground in almost the same rhythm of the song as she went upstairs.
"Just like her mother Juanita." Diaz said thoughtfully.
"Oh PLEASE tell me you didn't write Everyone Knows Juanita?" Hector said wide eyed.
"HA! please! Imelda would never have been born and i'd be a foot shorter if i wrote her THAT song," Diaz said taking a seat to return to his gun. "But y'know? I like your style, you remind me of myself when i was younger, so hows about i give you some advice?"
Hector nodded coming closer hopefully.
"Keep doing what your doing, she LOVES music, more then she's willing to admit at least, but show you care more about her and music, make a song about family, and make sure to sing it tonight."
"I need to make a song by tonight?!" Hector said completely struck with fear.
"That's up to you muchacho!" Diaz said tipping his hat back to take a nap. "Good luck!"
Hector still a little taken aback, gained a determined look, straightened his hat, and left.