In the woods, fifteen minutes away from Santa Cecilia Catholic school, there was a white mansion with french windows. If you go inside, the first see you see is a grand staircase and the wall on the right of the room, was full of paintings of Ernesto De La Cruz. To the left, is the living room. A maroon rug, a chandelier, a fireplace, and a piano were in clear view. And so were a group of six boys, and four men.

"Oye Chino," a boy, Luis asked. "Donde esta Miguel?"

"He won't be here," Chino simply answered. "I invited him but he refused!"

He sighed. Miguel Rivera, the biggest fan of Ernesto De La Cruz ever, refused to come to the first Ernesto De La Cruz club.

"His abuela must have got him stuck working on shoes," the teen continued. "You know how that old bat wants to make him into her little shoemaker. After all, he did say his family needed help in their shop."

"Or…," a bald man with a long curly mustache, in a black robe spoke up. His eyes narrowed and his mouth formed a nasty frown. "He is hiding something from us!"

"What's he hiding, Senor Castillo?" Chino asked.

"Ernesto De La Cruz's guitar!" The bald man shouted. "That's what! Your friend stole that song from Ernesto's grave and has been hiding it ever since!"

He went over to the fireplace and sprinkled green powder from a can. After chanting a spell, two ghostly figures appeared from the fireplace. One was a woman with short black hair in a green dress. The second figure was the one whom they know very well. The boys were freaked out at seeing the dead.

"Ah saludos, a Ernesto De La Cruz y Senorita Hilda!" Castillo greeted.

"Mucho gusto," they smiled.

"We've been looking for someone that still remembers me fondly," Ernesto smiled. "And who better than my devoted fan club and owners of my estate and masoleum?"

"How did you know Senorita Hilda?" Luis asked.

"My great-great Tio Raul Gonzales, knew her before she passed away," Castillo beamed.

"Si, he was one of my true friends," Hilda reminisced as an image of a handsome man with a strong jaw, blue eyes, and slick black hair, came to her mind. "I was afraid that someone would forget about me because my family hated me so much! Thank goodness, he has passed down memories of me to you, Castillo!"

"Likewise," Castillo smiled before changing the subject. "Speaking about your family, they stole his guitar!"

"Why am I not surprised?" the former musician grumbled. He never dreamed that the guitar he had stolen from Hector years ago, would be taken away from him.

"That family is probably hiding it just to spite us!" A second man, Juan, grumbled.

"Si!" one boy, Bernando piped up. "After all, they are the only family in Mexico that hates music!"

They all spat.

"Sorry, but I am confused," Chino laughed nervously. He could feel the tension in the room. "Stealing Ernesto's guitar? When did that take place?"

"This past Dia los Muertos!" Senor Castillo answered, still feeling angry. "The security guard called us that someone had stolen the guitar. He tried looking for the intruder but he couldn't find that person!"

"How did you know it was Miguel?" the boy questioned. He couldn't believe it! Sure, his friend was crazy about music but never to the point, to do something drastic.

"Well," Castillo proceeded. "A few witnesses had seen that Rivera boy running out of the cemetery, the next day, with that guitar! That's when we knew who's the intruder!" He turned to the former famous musician. "What do you think of this?"

"Why didn't you get it back from him!" Ernesto barked.

"We tried!" Bernando added. "The other night, I rounded up the gang here, went to his house and we demanded for the guitar back!"

"We even threw a rock at their window!" Another boy, Pedro said.

"You did WHAT!?" Chino exclaimed. As angry he was at his friend for committing a crime, he thought Bernando's activity was also questionable. "Don't you think that's a bit extreme?"

"That's not the point!" Castillo retorted, ignoring the boy's question. "What matters is that he committed a crime and the police won't help us!"

"Why?" one man, Alonso asked.

"They have a theory that Ernesto didn't write his songs-stole from a man that he killed."

Ernesto gulped. The police in the Land of the Living are turning his hometown against him? Now his goose is cooked!

"We thought vandalizing their house would scare Miguel into giving the instrument back but obviously, it didn't work!" Bernando grumbled.

"May I propose a better suggestion?" Hilda announced. Her smile was twisted. "Bring the boy to us."

"Bring him to you?" Castillo asked, confused.

"What she means is to bring him to the Land of the Dead," the former star clarified.

"But how-nobody goes to the Land of the Dead unless they die!" Chino argued. The other boys agreed.

"There is a way," Hilda smiled, evilly. "We want you to bring the boy to us so we can kill him!"

"K-K-Kill him!?" everybody but Ernesto and Hilda gasped. Soon everybody shouted protests. "This is crazy!" and "This is too much punishment for a crime!"

"SILENCIO!" Hilda shouted, causing the flames to roar. "We need to keep him silenced lest, he ruins Ernesto's legacy!"

"Si, I worked too hard to keep my legacy from being ruined and now everybody is turning against me, thanks to that brat!" the ex star complained. "I must get revenge on him!"

Castillo thought for a while.

"Well, your legacy is important and we don't want to lose our jobs as owners of your estate and masoleum, so we understand." Everybody else nodded.

"Wait!" Chino cried. The whole room stared at him. "How about we bring Miguel to the Land of the Dead but...don't kill him, just make him stay for a limited time," Chino suggested. "We don't want to get our hands covered in blood and I am sure you don't want his family to get suspicious."

"Oh please!" Hilda cackled. "His parents will think he died in an accident!"

"I'm talking about his deceased family!"

"Oh...them," Hilda muttered, remembering her troublesome niece, her dumb brothers, and her good-for-nothing husband. "I will deal with them but right now, we need to deal with Miguel!"

"Look, before we do anything crazy, how about I talk to Miguel into giving back the guitar?"

Hilda and Ernesto pondered on this suggestion.

"Very well, we will give you some time. But if Miguel doesn't return the guitar, then we will have no choice but to take him to the Land of the Dead!" said Hilda.

"You won't kill him, right?"

"We promised," Ernesto saluted. But nobody saw him crossing his fingers behind his back. Nor did they see Tia Hilda doing the same...

Author's notes: Before anybody panics, Miguel will NOT die in this this story. He will get kidnapped by the bad guys but Hector and the Riveras will save him before it is too late.

In case you are confised, Ernesto still wants to get kidnap Miguel for revenge. He's just relaizing that he and Hilda need to put their plan into action quickly before the Riveras expose his crimes to Santa Cecilia.