Chapter 11 - Starting Over

Carmen can't believe it. She's been sitting here for hours and still can't believe it. Vega didn't even like her in the beginning? She didn't want to overreact when Hannah told her, so she pretended everything was okay. Now, she's pissed. She can't believe Vega would do that to her.

She takes out her blue PearPhone and calls Vega, who answers. "Hello?"

"Hey, Vega, it's Carmen. We need to talk."

"Okay. Do you want to come over here?"

"No, you can come over to my house."

"Okay, Carm, be there in five."

"Yeah, love you -" Carmen stops. Vega isn't her girlfriend anymore. "Sorry. Bye."

Just as Carmen finishes cleaning up her room, there's a knock on her door. "Come in," Carmen turns.

Vega walks in. "Hi,"

"Sit." Carmen doesn't like to beat around the bush, so she gets right down to business. "Hannah told me something."

Vega sucks in a breath. "I'm sorry, okay? I really do like you, and I liked you almost right from the start. I don't believe in love at first sight, but, I don't know, you were special. And I couldn't help it. I fell for you. I know I took advantage. I'm really sorry."

Carmen shakes her head. "I guess it was good that we broke up, then. I can't go out with someone who will take advantage of me."

"No!" Vega cries. "I love you! Please, just give me another chance!"

"I, I don't know." Carmen wants nothing more than to comfort Vega, who's silently crying, but she has to stay strong. What Vega did was wrong and she can't just forgive her.

"Carmen," Vega sobs. "I love you!"

Suddenly, Carmen has a great idea. "Look, Vega, I think we can fix this. But we have to take it slow. That means no sex for a couple of months. Let's get to know each other better, go out on a few dates, break it to our parents and make our relationship stronger so this doesn't happen again."

Vega leans over and hugs Carmen. "Thank you," she whispers. "Thank you for not giving up on us."

"Do you want to go out tonight?" Carmen asks. Vega lifts her head.

"I'd love that, Carm."

"Okay, I'll pick you up at five-thirty."

"Sure. What should I wear?"

"I'm going to wear a casual sundress and flip-flops. Definitely wear the flip-flops, or some sandals."

"Okay, see you at five-thirty," Carmen smiles to herself.

It's two-thirty now. Carmen looks through her dresses and finally finds the perfect one. It's a sleeveless white one that has a black belt. The dress comes to an inch above her knees.

By five, Carmen's hair is slightly wavy and she's brushed on a little makeup. She puts on her dress and white flip-flops, then makes her way to the garage.

Carmen and Cameron look alike. Cameron is seventeen, however, and Carmen will turn sixteen in September. So Carmen asks her older sister if she can borrow her car.

"You mean, that awesome black convertible I got for my birthday?" Cameron asks, in disbelief.

"Please, we look practically identical!" Carmen begs.

Cameron looks around to see if their parents are watching and then fishes out her wallet and slips her license to Carmen. "Make sure my car is out at least until tomorrow." she smiles. "I'm going to see a movie with Zach tonight and I don't want Mom or Dad calling."

"Thanks, Cam!" Carmen grins.

"No prob, just don't speed. Wait!" Cameron stops. "You know how to drive, right?"

"Dad taught me last year."

"Good," Cameron nods. "Take good care of my baby."

"I will," Carmen takes the license and puts it in her wallet, then grabs the keys from the hook in the kitchen.

She slowly backs out of the four-car garage and pulls up in front of Vega's house at five twenty-five.

Vega appears in the door a moment later. She's wearing a short, mint-green dress with brown flip-flops. Carmen leans over and pushes the door open for her.

"Hey," she says.

"Where are we going?" Vega asks, smiling.

"That's a surprise," Carmen winks and kisses Vega's cheek.

They drive for forty-five minutes, taking I-110 South of out Los Angeles and then merging onto I-105 West. Vega watches with wide eyes. "Where are we going?" she asks.

"You'll see," Carmen takes CA-1 south and then turns into a huge, packed parking lot. She takes Vega's hand and walks her to a restaurant near the beach.

A waitress is waiting for them as they push open the door. "Table for two?" she asks, smiling.

"Yes, please," Carmen smiles back and the waitress shows them to a pretty table overlooking the beach.

"What can I get you for drinks?" she asks.

"I'll have a diet Coke please," Carmen says.

"Sprite with no ice, thanks," Vega's hand slowly traces the edge of Carmen's dress as the waitress walks away.

Carmen smiles pleasantly and takes Vega's hand, pushing it away from her body. Vega pouts and Carmen takes her hand. "We're taking it slow, remember?"

"Sorry," Vega brushes a stray lock of hair away from Carmen's face.

"It's okay," Carmen says as a different waiter puts down their drinks. Vega can't help noticing that the waiter is staring at Carmen's chest.

She grabs her girlfriend's hand protectively. Carmen rubs her clenched fists soothingly. "Here are your menus, ladies," the waiter pulls a napkin and pen from his pocket. "And here's my number, sweet thing," he says to Carmen.

Vega can feel the anger rise up in her. "Excuse me," she says through gritted teeth, "that is my girlfriend who you're talking to."

The waiter laughs. "Come on, you're way too hot to be a dyke," he says to Carmen. "Just try a real man for the night."

"I'm not interested," Carmen frowns at him.

"Come on, your 'girlfriend'-" he puts air quotations around girlfriend, "- can't be a dyke either. She and you are way too hot."

Vega struggles not to sock the guy in the face. "Call me or my girlfriend a dyke again and you'll find yourself in the hospital."

"Suit yourself," the guy shrugs. Vega looks at his nametag that reads Duane.

She stands up. "I would like to see the manager."

"Um, sorry, no can do." Duane is looking a lot more nervous now.

"Okay," Vega flags down the first waitress they saw. "Excuse me, I need to speak with the manager."

"Of course," she says. "Right away."

Duane is gone by the time the manager comes. "Is there a problem?"

"Yes, your waiter Duane is insulting me and my girlfriend." Vega glares in the direction he went.

"I'm so sorry," the manager looks embarrassed. "I'll see that he gets fired. Can I fix this by giving you two free meals?"

"That would be nice, thank you," Carmen says.

Carmen sighs. "I'm sorry, Vega. I didn't mean for that to happen."

"Doesn't matter," Vega lies. She hates people like that, who judge her and Carmen without even knowing them.

They finish their meals and then go for a walk on the beach. The best part of it is far out, where they can be alone.

Carmen stops suddenly. "Are you okay?" she asks quietly.

Vega blinks back tears and gazes out over the endless stretch of sand and water. She knows if she says anything, her voice will crack. I will not ruin this for Carmen.

"Vega," Carmen puts a hand on her girlfriend's shoulder. "Talk to me."

"I hate people judging us!" Vega bursts out. "I hate the way that guy talked to us and how he just didn't care! And my mom..." her voice cracks. "My mom hates me because of something I can't help." She can't help the tears that fall. "Why does she hate me?"

Carmen wraps her arms around Vega, who cries into her shoulder. "Astra, please don't cry. Your mom doesn't hate you."

"I'm sorry," Vega wiggles away from Carmen. "I didn't mean to ruin our date."

"You didn't ruin it," Carmen tucks a stray strand of hair behind Vega's ear. "We're all alone. Talk to me."

"I love you," Vega says and hesitates. "I really do, but... well, Mom is homophobic. She and Dad fight about that all the time. That's why I didn't want to tell them. I knew it would drive them even more apart. I tried to hide it. I even had a boyfriend, but I didn't feel the same spark and I dumped him. So then you came around and damn. You're beautiful. I couldn't help myself."

"Lo siento - I'm sorry." Carmen says. "I didn't mean to turn your madre against you. Mi mamá es muy comprensiva."

"I love when you speak Spanish," Vega smiles, forgetting about her problems. "It sounds so pretty."

"Come on, Astra," Carmen offers Vega a hand. "Let's go home."

As they're walking, Vega realizes something. "What did you call me?"

"When?"

"You said, 'Come on, something' before I got up."

"Oh, was it Astra?"

"Yes."

"It's just a Spanish nickname,"

"What is it?"

"The translation comes out weird because it's not a real Spanish word. Astro means star, but it's masculine. So I replaced the 'o' with an 'a' to make it feminine. I chose it because you're my little star, Vega."

"Oh," They walk a bit more before Vega breaks the silence. "Can you stay over tonight?"

"Remember, we're taking it slow," Carmen reminds her.

"No, it's... oh never mind,"

"What?"

Vega's cheeks turn red. "It's stupid."

"No, it's not," Carmen frowns. "Tell me, Astra."

"I want you to sing to me in Spanish." Vega's cheeks turn tomato red.

Carmen grins. "Okay. Do you want me to sing you to sleep?"

"Yes," Vega squeaks out, embarrassed.

"It's okay, Astra." Carmen smiles. "I have to call Cameron to tell her that her car is in your driveway, though."

When they get to the car, Carmen flips her phone out. "Hola Cam, it's me. Your car is going to be parked in the Olivers' driveway tonight if you want to get it. Gracias y buenas noches."

Carmen puts a Spanish CD in and sings along to it all the way home. Vega watches her girlfriend the whole way back.

"You are going to audition for Hollywood Arts, right?" Vega asks.

"Nope," Carmen says matter-of-factly.

"Why not?" Vega asks sadly.

"Because I already did - and got in!" Carmen grins.

"Yay!" They stop at a red light and Vega leans over and kisses Carmen. When they break apart and Carmen starts driving again, Vega says, "I hope we're in the same classes."

"We are," Carmen tells her. "The guidance counselor says I need someone to show me around and mis padres recommended you."

"This is great!" Vega says.

She and Carmen talk about school a bit longer and then the conversation drifts into a relaxed silence.

When they get to Vega's house, Carmen puts her arm around Vega, who's so tired she's stumbling.

"You need to take a shower and get into some pyjamas." Carmen tells Vega.

"Okay, you can shower first," Vega says. "I'll get some of your clothes."

Carmen takes her dress off and steps under the warm spray of the shower. She tries to hurry, so she doesn't keep Vega waiting.

When she gets out, she sees that her girlfriend is half asleep on the floor. "Astra!" Carmen sings.

"Help me," Vega says. Carmen pulls her up and pushes her toward the bathroom. "Do I have to shower?"

"Yes, you said I have to shower every night because it's gross not to. Not that I didn't shower every night before."

"Help me." Vega pouts. She's tired and just wants to skip it.

Carmen unzips the dress and tosses it into Vega's hamper. She unhooks Vega's bra and pulls down her panties. "Good?"

"No, I don't want to go in alone."

Carmen rolls her eyes and throws her towel down. She pushes Vega into the shower and starts shampooing her girlfriend's hair.

Once the shower is off, Vega walks out of her bathroom and sits on her bed, without drying off or putting her clothes on.

Carmen is dressed when she comes out and rolls her eyes at Vega again. "You're a pain," she says and walks into the bathroom for a towel, then dries her girlfriend off. "Which PJs?"

"None?" Vega smiles hopefully.

"Okay, you can wear the plaid bottoms with the T-shirt I bought you."

"No, my shirts are too rough and new." Vega walks over to the drawer full of Carmen's clothes and holds up a green one. "How about this shirt?"

"Whatever you want, mi amor," Carmen says.

Vega walks over. "What does that mean?"

"My love," Carmen smiles.

"Can you sing now?" Vega asks with her sweetest smile.

"Sure." Carmen says and slides into bed next to Vega. She sits up and begins to sing one of her favorite songs.

"Hace más de tres años vive

así, Imaginaba ser siempre feliz. Tras su

sonrisa esconde un mundo gris, El duro infierno

que la hace sentir.

Cuando empezó, ella se lo perdonó,

Era el amor refugio de dolor. Y así, sin

más, una y otra vez, Maquíllate,

ellos te pueden ver.

Tras un rostro sin luz, Hay un alma sin paz, Con

heridas que no curarán. Y escapando en sus

sueños de la realidad, Ella vuela como un

ángel.

Aquella tarde no fue la peor, Pero al mirar tus

ojos comprendió, No merecías una de aquí.

Tras un rostro sin luz, Hay un alma sin paz, Con

heridas que no curarán. Y escapando en sus

sueños de la realidad, Ella vuela como un

ángel.

Hace unos meses por allí paso. Tras la

ventana un hombre la miró, Aquel que un

día supo herir su ser. Hoy solamente es

sombra del ayer.

Tras un rostro sin luz, Hay un alma sin paz, Con

heridas que no curarán. Y escapando en sus

sueños de la realidad, Ella vuela como un

ángel."

When Carmen finishes her song, she sees her girlfriend lying next to her, fast asleep.

AN The song Carmen sang is Como un Ángel by Marta Sanchez. It's a cover of Martina McBride's Concrete Angel.

Chapter 11 - Starting Over

Carmen can't believe it. She's been sitting here for hours and still can't believe it. Vega didn't even like her in the beginning? She didn't want to overreact when Hannah told her, so she pretended everything was okay. Now, she's pissed. She can't believe Vega would do that to her.

She takes out her blue PearPhone and calls Vega, who answers. "Hello?"

"Hey, Vega, it's Carmen. We need to talk."

"Okay. Do you want to come over here?"

"No, you can come over to my house."

"Okay, Carm, be there in five."

"Yeah, love you -" Carmen stops. Vega isn't her girlfriend anymore. "Sorry. Bye."

Just as Carmen finishes cleaning up her room, there's a knock on her door. "Come in," Carmen turns.

Vega walks in. "Hi,"

"Sit." Carmen doesn't like to beat around the bush, so she gets right down to business. "Hannah told me something."

Vega sucks in a breath. "I'm sorry, okay? I really do like you, and I liked you almost right from the start. I don't believe in love at first sight, but, I don't know, you were special. And I couldn't help it. I fell for you. I know I took advantage. I'm really sorry."

Carmen shakes her head. "I guess it was good that we broke up, then. I can't go out with someone who will take advantage of me."

"No!" Vega cries. "I love you! Please, just give me another chance!"

"I, I don't know." Carmen wants nothing more than to comfort Vega, who's silently crying, but she has to stay strong. What Vega did was wrong and she can't just forgive her.

"Carmen," Vega sobs. "I love you!"

Suddenly, Carmen has a great idea. "Look, Vega, I think we can fix this. But we have to take it slow. That means no sex for a couple of months. Let's get to know each other better, go out on a few dates, break it to our parents and make our relationship stronger so this doesn't happen again."

Vega leans over and hugs Carmen. "Thank you," she whispers. "Thank you for not giving up on us."

"Do you want to go out tonight?" Carmen asks. Vega lifts her head.

"I'd love that, Carm."

"Okay, I'll pick you up at five-thirty."

"Sure. What should I wear?"

"I'm going to wear a casual sundress and flip-flops. Definitely wear the flip-flops, or some sandals."

"Okay, see you at five-thirty," Carmen smiles to herself.

It's two-thirty now. Carmen looks through her dresses and finally finds the perfect one. It's a sleeveless white one that has a black belt. The dress comes to an inch above her knees.

By five, Carmen's hair is slightly wavy and she's brushed on a little makeup. She puts on her dress and white flip-flops, then makes her way to the garage.

Carmen and Cameron look alike. Cameron is seventeen, however, and Carmen will turn sixteen in September. So Carmen asks her older sister if she can borrow her car.

"You mean, that awesome black convertible I got for my birthday?" Cameron asks, in disbelief.

"Please, we look practically identical!" Carmen begs.

Cameron looks around to see if their parents are watching and then fishes out her wallet and slips her license to Carmen. "Make sure my car is out at least until tomorrow." she smiles. "I'm going to see a movie with Zach tonight and I don't want Mom or Dad calling."

"Thanks, Cam!" Carmen grins.

"No prob, just don't speed. Wait!" Cameron stops. "You know how to drive, right?"

"Dad taught me last year."

"Good," Cameron nods. "Take good care of my baby."

"I will," Carmen takes the license and puts it in her wallet, then grabs the keys from the hook in the kitchen.

She slowly backs out of the four-car garage and pulls up in front of Vega's house at five twenty-five.

Vega appears in the door a moment later. She's wearing a short, mint-green dress with brown flip-flops. Carmen leans over and pushes the door open for her.

"Hey," she says.

"Where are we going?" Vega asks, smiling.

"That's a surprise," Carmen winks and kisses Vega's cheek.

They drive for forty-five minutes, taking I-110 South of out Los Angeles and then merging onto I-105 West. Vega watches with wide eyes. "Where are we going?" she asks.

"You'll see," Carmen takes CA-1 south and then turns into a huge, packed parking lot. She takes Vega's hand and walks her to a restaurant near the beach.

A waitress is waiting for them as they push open the door. "Table for two?" she asks, smiling.

"Yes, please," Carmen smiles back and the waitress shows them to a pretty table overlooking the beach.

"What can I get you for drinks?" she asks.

"I'll have a diet Coke please," Carmen says.

"Sprite with no ice, thanks," Vega's hand slowly traces the edge of Carmen's dress as the waitress walks away.

Carmen smiles pleasantly and takes Vega's hand, pushing it away from her body. Vega pouts and Carmen takes her hand. "We're taking it slow, remember?"

"Sorry," Vega brushes a stray lock of hair away from Carmen's face.

"It's okay," Carmen says as a different waiter puts down their drinks. Vega can't help noticing that the waiter is staring at Carmen's chest.

She grabs her girlfriend's hand protectively. Carmen rubs her clenched fists soothingly. "Here are your menus, ladies," the waiter pulls a napkin and pen from his pocket. "And here's my number, sweet thing," he says to Carmen.

Vega can feel the anger rise up in her. "Excuse me," she says through gritted teeth, "that is my girlfriend who you're talking to."

The waiter laughs. "Come on, you're way too hot to be a dyke," he says to Carmen. "Just try a real man for the night."

"I'm not interested," Carmen frowns at him.

"Come on, your 'girlfriend'-" he puts air quotations around girlfriend, "- can't be a dyke either. She and you are way too hot."

Vega struggles not to sock the guy in the face. "Call me or my girlfriend a dyke again and you'll find yourself in the hospital."

"Suit yourself," the guy shrugs. Vega looks at his nametag that reads Duane.

She stands up. "I would like to see the manager."

"Um, sorry, no can do." Duane is looking a lot more nervous now.

"Okay," Vega flags down the first waitress they saw. "Excuse me, I need to speak with the manager."

"Of course," she says. "Right away."

Duane is gone by the time the manager comes. "Is there a problem?"

"Yes, your waiter Duane is insulting me and my girlfriend." Vega glares in the direction he went.

"I'm so sorry," the manager looks embarrassed. "I'll see that he gets fired. Can I fix this by giving you two free meals?"

"That would be nice, thank you," Carmen says.

Carmen sighs. "I'm sorry, Vega. I didn't mean for that to happen."

"Doesn't matter," Vega lies. She hates people like that, who judge her and Carmen without even knowing them.

They finish their meals and then go for a walk on the beach. The best part of it is far out, where they can be alone.

Carmen stops suddenly. "Are you okay?" she asks quietly.

Vega blinks back tears and gazes out over the endless stretch of sand and water. She knows if she says anything, her voice will crack. I will not ruin this for Carmen.

"Vega," Carmen puts a hand on her girlfriend's shoulder. "Talk to me."

"I hate people judging us!" Vega bursts out. "I hate the way that guy talked to us and how he just didn't care! And my mom..." her voice cracks. "My mom hates me because of something I can't help." She can't help the tears that fall. "Why does she hate me?"

Carmen wraps her arms around Vega, who cries into her shoulder. "Astra, please don't cry. Your mom doesn't hate you."

"I'm sorry," Vega wiggles away from Carmen. "I didn't mean to ruin our date."

"You didn't ruin it," Carmen tucks a stray strand of hair behind Vega's ear. "We're all alone. Talk to me."

"I love you," Vega says and hesitates. "I really do, but... well, Mom is homophobic. She and Dad fight about that all the time. That's why I didn't want to tell them. I knew it would drive them even more apart. I tried to hide it. I even had a boyfriend, but I didn't feel the same spark and I dumped him. So then you came around and damn. You're beautiful. I couldn't help myself."

"Lo siento - I'm sorry." Carmen says. "I didn't mean to turn your madre against you. Mi mamá es muy comprensiva."

"I love when you speak Spanish," Vega smiles, forgetting about her problems. "It sounds so pretty."

"Come on, Astra," Carmen offers Vega a hand. "Let's go home."

As they're walking, Vega realizes something. "What did you call me?"

"When?"

"You said, 'Come on, something' before I got up."

"Oh, was it Astra?"

"Yes."

"It's just a Spanish nickname,"

"What is it?"

"The translation comes out weird because it's not a real Spanish word. Astro means star, but it's masculine. So I replaced the 'o' with an 'a' to make it feminine. I chose it because you're my little star, Vega."

"Oh," They walk a bit more before Vega breaks the silence. "Can you stay over tonight?"

"Remember, we're taking it slow," Carmen reminds her.

"No, it's... oh never mind,"

"What?"

Vega's cheeks turn red. "It's stupid."

"No, it's not," Carmen frowns. "Tell me, Astra."

"I want you to sing to me in Spanish." Vega's cheeks turn tomato red.

Carmen grins. "Okay. Do you want me to sing you to sleep?"

"Yes," Vega squeaks out, embarrassed.

"It's okay, Astra." Carmen smiles. "I have to call Cameron to tell her that her car is in your driveway, though."

When they get to the car, Carmen flips her phone out. "Hola Cam, it's me. Your car is going to be parked in the Olivers' driveway tonight if you want to get it. Gracias y buenas noches."

Carmen puts a Spanish CD in and sings along to it all the way home. Vega watches her girlfriend the whole way back.

"You are going to audition for Hollywood Arts, right?" Vega asks.

"Nope," Carmen says matter-of-factly.

"Why not?" Vega asks sadly.

"Because I already did - and got in!" Carmen grins.

"Yay!" They stop at a red light and Vega leans over and kisses Carmen. When they break apart and Carmen starts driving again, Vega says, "I hope we're in the same classes."

"We are," Carmen tells her. "The guidance counselor says I need someone to show me around and mis padres recommended you."

"This is great!" Vega says.

She and Carmen talk about school a bit longer and then the conversation drifts into a relaxed silence.

When they get to Vega's house, Carmen puts her arm around Vega, who's so tired she's stumbling.

"You need to take a shower and get into some pyjamas." Carmen tells Vega.

"Okay, you can shower first," Vega says. "I'll get some of your clothes."

Carmen takes her dress off and steps under the warm spray of the shower. She tries to hurry, so she doesn't keep Vega waiting.

When she gets out, she sees that her girlfriend is half asleep on the floor. "Astra!" Carmen sings.

"Help me," Vega says. Carmen pulls her up and pushes her toward the bathroom. "Do I have to shower?"

"Yes, you said I have to shower every night because it's gross not to. Not that I didn't shower every night before."

"Help me." Vega pouts. She's tired and just wants to skip it.

Carmen unzips the dress and tosses it into Vega's hamper. She unhooks Vega's bra and pulls down her panties. "Good?"

"No, I don't want to go in alone."

Carmen rolls her eyes and throws her towel down. She pushes Vega into the shower and starts shampooing her girlfriend's hair.

Once the shower is off, Vega walks out of her bathroom and sits on her bed, without drying off or putting her clothes on.

Carmen is dressed when she comes out and rolls her eyes at Vega again. "You're a pain," she says and walks into the bathroom for a towel, then dries her girlfriend off. "Which PJs?"

"None?" Vega smiles hopefully.

"Okay, you can wear the plaid bottoms with the T-shirt I bought you."

"No, my shirts are too rough and new." Vega walks over to the drawer full of Carmen's clothes and holds up a green one. "How about this shirt?"

"Whatever you want, mi amor," Carmen says.

Vega walks over. "What does that mean?"

"My love," Carmen smiles.

"Can you sing now?" Vega asks with her sweetest smile.

"Sure." Carmen says and slides into bed next to Vega. She sits up and begins to sing one of her favorite songs.

"Hace más de tres años vive

así, Imaginaba ser siempre feliz. Tras su

sonrisa esconde un mundo gris, El duro infierno

que la hace sentir.

Cuando empezó, ella se lo perdonó,

Era el amor refugio de dolor. Y así, sin

más, una y otra vez, Maquíllate,

ellos te pueden ver.

Tras un rostro sin luz, Hay un alma sin paz, Con

heridas que no curarán. Y escapando en sus

sueños de la realidad, Ella vuela como un

ángel.

Aquella tarde no fue la peor, Pero al mirar tus

ojos comprendió, No merecías una de aquí.

Tras un rostro sin luz, Hay un alma sin paz, Con

heridas que no curarán. Y escapando en sus

sueños de la realidad, Ella vuela como un

ángel.

Hace unos meses por allí paso. Tras la

ventana un hombre la miró, Aquel que un

día supo herir su ser. Hoy solamente es

sombra del ayer.

Tras un rostro sin luz, Hay un alma sin paz, Con

heridas que no curarán. Y escapando en sus

sueños de la realidad, Ella vuela como un

ángel."

When Carmen finishes her song, she sees her girlfriend lying next to her, fast asleep.

AN The song Carmen sang is Como un Ángel by Marta Sanchez. It's a cover of Martina McBride's Concrete Angel.