Please note, I am not a native spanish speaker, so I apologize if I get any words wrong.

Also, when the text is underlined italics it means that Marco is narrating.

On Dia de los Muteros, a man lights up a candle, and the scene cuts to a collection of papel picado. A voice narrates as a story begins.

Sometimes, I think I'm cursed, because of something happened way before I was born. See, a long time ago, there was this family. The Papa, he was a musician. He and his family would sing and dance and count their blessings. But he also had a dream. A dream to play for the world. So one day, he wanted to fulfill his dream and he left with his guitar... and never returned. And the Mama, she didn't have time to cry over that walk away musician. After pushing away all music from her life, she found a way to provide for her family. She rolled up her sleeves and she learned how to make shoes. She could have made candy, or fireworks, or sparkly underwear for wrestlers! But no, she chose shoes. She later taught her daughter how to make shoes, then she taught her son in law. Then her grandkids got roped in. As the family grew, so did the business. Music had torn their her family apart, but shoes held them all together. You see, that woman, was my great- great grandmother... Mama Victoria! She died way before I was born. But my family still tells her story, every year on Día de los Muertos. And the little girl? She's my great grandmother, Mama Elena.

The scene cuts to present day, where we see a twelve year old boy kiss an old woman. "Hola Mama Elena."

The frail old woman gently opened her eyes. "How are you, Franco?"

Actually, my name is Marco. Mama Elena has trouble remembering things. But I still talk to her, which is a good thing.

Marco then proceeds to go over a montage of his bonding with Mama Elena. "I used to run like this, but now I run like this which is way faster!"

The scene cuts to masked wearing Marco "And the winner is, luchadora Elena!"

The final scene cuts to a dinner table "I have a dimple on this side, but not on this side. Dimple, no dimple. Dimple, no dimple!"

"Marco." came a disgruntled voice. "Eat your food."

'That's my abuelita, she's Mama Elena daughter.'

"You're a twig, mijo." said Abuelita, seeing on how his plate was barely touched. "Here, have some more." She said while piling his plate with more food.

"No gracias." Marco replied.

"I asked if you would like more tamales?" Abuelita asked, giving him a slight death glare.

"Er, s-si..?" Marco sheepishly smiled.

"That's what I thought you said!" Abuelita smiled before walking away.

Abuelita runs the house just like how Mama Victoria did.

Abuelita turned and glared to see Marco blowing on a bottle. "No music!" She grumbled while taking away his bottle.

Our family is the only one in Santa Cecilla who doesn't like music, and my family is okay with that. I am not like the rest of my family though,

Marco quickly grabbed his items before heading into the plaza.

"Be back by lunch, Marco." called his mother.

"Love you, Mama!" replied Marco.

Marco soon headed out, grabbing some food on the way. As he was running, he spotted a cat inside a trash can.

"He-hey, Pepita!" Marco stopped his tracks to greet the cat.

"Roll over, lie down, purr. Fist bump! Good girl, Pepita." He said while giving her a little treat.

I know I'm not supposed to love music. But it's my fault. It's his. Hèctor Rivera. The greatest musician of all time.

Marco stopped to hear a woman talk to a group of tourists.

"Here in this very plaza, the young Hèctor Rivera took his first steps to becoming a world famous musician in Mexican history.

He started out as a total nobody from Santa Cecilla, just like me. But when he played music, he made people fall in love with him. He starred in movies. He had the coolest guitar. He could even fly! And he wrote the best songs, but all time favorite is...

The scene shifts to a flashback of a late Hèctor performing on stage.

Remember me (Remember me!)

Hector was wearing a blue mariachi outfit complete with a hat. Along with that he had his guitar too.

Though I have to say goodbye

Remember me

Don't let it make you cry~

For even if I'm far away

I hold you in my heart

I sing a secret song to you

Each night we are apart

Remember Me (Remember Me!)

Though I have to travel far

Remember Me!

Each time you hear a sad guitar

Know that I'm with you

The only way that I can be

Until you're in my arms again~

REMEM-BER MEEEEEE~~~~

As soon as he hit that last note, a bell crushes on top of him, killing him in the process.

Until 1942, when he was crushed by a giant bell. I wanna to be just like him! Sometimes, when I look at Rivera, I get this feeling... that we're connected somehow. Like if he could play music... maybe I could too!

"If it wasn't for my family..." Marco sighed while polishing a shoe.

"Ay, ay, ay, muchacho! I asked for a shoe shine, not your life story." said a mariachi, who was getting said shoe shine.

"Sorry, I'm just not really supposed to talk about this at home." Marco explained, still doing his work.

"Look, if I were you, I'd march straight up to my family and say 'Hey, I'm a musician, deal with it!'".

"I can't do that!" Marco protested, thinking about this idea.

"You are a musician, no?" asked the mariachi.

"I don't know. I've only performed to myself. I've never performed in front of anyone." Marco explained.

"Did Rivera become the world's most famous musician by hiding is breathtaking skills and talents? No! He played it loud and clear for the people to hear! Mira, mira, they're setting up for the talent show tonight, you need to sign up if you wanna be like your hero!" explained the mariachi.

"Oh, no. My family would kill me!" Marco replied, thinking about the thought of his family freaking out.

"Look, if you're too scared, then have fun making shoes." The mariachi said before looking down upon Marco. "Come on, what did Rivera always say?" He then asked.

"Seize your moment?" Marco replied hesitantly.

The mariachi then had an idea. "Shoe me what you got, muchacho!" He said while giving Marco his guitar. "I'll be your first audience."

Marco grabbed the guitar, examining it a bit. Just as he was about to play however...

"MARCO!"

Well, here's the intro/first chapter. I promise the next chapter will be wayyy better.