"What song is that?" Ernesto asks as he sits down next to Héctor.

Héctor shrugs. "I was playing one of our other ones before this, but I switched to this one."

"Does it have lyrics yet?"

"Not yet, but I have the title and the melody so far." He holds up his note book for Ernesto to see.

" 'Un Poco Loco'? " he reads.

Héctor nods and smiles. "Sí. Like it?"

"Is it for her?"

Héctor groans. "Ernesto!"

Ernesto crosses his arms. "Is it?"

Héctor sighs and nods, looking away from him.

Ernesto feels his anger start to build up, but he sighs deeply, trying to calm himself down. There's no way he's blowing up at Héctor again.

He hurt his amigo too much by doing that.

Héctor starts to play his guitar, and Ernesto listens, not taking his eyes off of his best friend. His heartbeat quickens a little as he studies the damage he caused.

Héctor's face is scratched from Ernesto pinning him against the wall. His hair stands up where Ernesto had squeezed.

And Héctor seems a lot more hesitant than he was yesterday, his hands freezing over the guitar strings every now and then.

Finally he gives up on playing and looks at Ernesto. "Superhero?"

"¿Sí?"

Héctor's face deepens in color as he sets his guitar aside and rubs the back of his neck slowly. He looks at the ground, fidgeting with his hands anxiously when he does

Ernesto looks at him. "Better to get it over with, okay? Just tell me."

Héctor sighs. "Remember the concert that we're doing a week later?"

"Yeah. And?"

Héctor closes his eyes tightly, trembling. "I... Imelda asked me if she could... do it... with... us."

Ernesto glares at him.

Héctor shakes his head. "I just don't get why you two can't hang out together."

"I can think of a few reasons," Ernesto says coldly. "For one thing, we despise each other."

"Why?"

"You wouldn't get it."

"But Ernesto--"

"Enough. That's enough, Héctor."

Héctor slowly starts to play again. "She's performing with us," he says suddenly, his voice tight.

Ernesto rolls his eyes. "You better not be singing your new song for her at the performence."

"I think she'll like it."

"I don't."

Héctor stands up. "Adíos, Superhero."

"Wha-- you're leaving?!"

Héctor doesn't answer. Ernesto looks away in fury as he hears Héctor run in another direction. Probably, predictably, to go be with his other best amigo.