What color is the sky?
Ay, mi amor, ay mi amor.
You tell me that it's red.
Ay, mi amor, ay mi amor.
They sing the song together, all three of them, in perfect unison. With a pang of jealousy, Ernesto realizes that Imelda is, in fact, a really good singer. He glares at the back of her head as he watches her and Héctor in front of him.
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.
Ernesto mutters the words under their singing. For a second he wonders if Héctor realizes Ernesto is behind him. Probably not. Him and Imelda are too busy serenading the audience with the quirky lyrics.
You make me un poco loco.
Un poqui-ti-ti-to loco.
The way you keep me guessing.
I'm nodding and I'm yes-ing.
I'll count it as a blessing...
Ernesto watches their moves. Héctor squeezes Imelda's hand tightly for a second before strumming his guitar again.
I'm only un poco loco!
Ernesto inwardly rolls his eyes. Either Héctor was too busy talking to Imelda while writing the lyrics, or he was delerious when he wrote them, since Ernesto refused to help. But Héctor is definently more than just a little crazy.
Anyone who would choose Imelda as a backup singer is... well... insane!
During the musical interlude, Héctor puts his guitar behind him and twirls Imelda around on the stage. Then he picks her up and spins her around that way. The audience claps cries out with joy.
Ernesto, on the other hand, keeps his hands on his guitar strings and his mouth shut.
Then Imelda sings the next lines alone. Ernesto watches her.
The loco that you make me.
It is just un poco crazy.
The sense that you're not making.
The liberties you're taking
Leaves my cabeza shaking...
She's good. Really, really good. Even Ernesto can't stop himself from staring in awe.
Héctor croons the next line with her.
You are just... un poco loco!
The audience roars with applause. Ernesto can't even hear them singing anymore. The cheering is louder than other concerts Ernesto and Héctor had done together.
Héctor and Imelda take a bow to finish their performance, and everyone cheers louder. Héctor is loving it. He's bouncing up and down, clapping as well.
When the three of them exit the stage, Héctor won't stop talking.
"Wasn't that amazing? They loved us! We were so good!" He turns to Ernesto. "Right, Superhero? That was awesome, wasn't it?"
Ernesto nods stiffly. What he wants to do is go home. Yes, the crowd loved them, but Ernesto isn't used to another person performing with them.
Imelda cuts into Héctor's excitement. "I thought that was pretty fun. I've never been one to sing in front of an audience."
Héctor looks at her. "Really?"
Imelda nods. "I've always been too nervous."
Héctor goes silent for a minute before saying, "Well, you did it this time."
Imelda puts an arm around him. "Sí. In fact, I'd be happy to do it again."
Ernesto nearly faceplants. Imelda, performing with them a second time? He stops walking and crosses his arms.
"Héctor and I are pretty good on our own," he says.
Héctor gives him a look. "Superhero..."
Imelda sqeezes his hand before stepping closer to Ernesto. "Well, the audience loved it, and Héctor liked it too, right?"
Héctor nods slowly, glancing between the two of them like he expected a war.
Ernesto glares. "I say that Héctor and I better by ourselves. We've always done it that way."
Héctor shrugs. "We could try something different, though, right? Couldn't hurt."
Ernesto points at him. "No way. Next thing you know, Imelda will be taking away all of the attention. And what's better than the admiration of a crowd?"
"How about the admiration of your friends and family?" Imelda interrupts.
Ernesto scoffs. "That doesn't mean anything."
Héctor widens his eyes, hurt clear in his expression. "What if our parents were at the show, too?" he asks. "What if I were in the audience? Would it 'mean anything' then?"
Ernesto shrugs, now feeling a little guilty. "I didn't mean--"
Imelda places a hand on Héctor's shoulder. "He's just being rude," she whispers.
Héctor tilts his head. "What if Imelda only does a few concerts with us? Not all of them? Would that work?"
Imelda nods. "That sounds good."
Ernesto huffs. "No it doesn't."
Imelda gives him a steely glare. "I will be doing some of the shows with you, Ernesto."
"It'll be fun," Héctor chirps.
Ernesto throws up his hands. "Fine. Whatever. Go against me. I don't care."
Héctor looks at him. "You'll still get to perform, just... with a new singer. It won't be just us anymore."
Ernesto rolls his eyes and turns away. After a few minutes, he comes to a decision.
He turns back around. "Only a few concerts, right?"
Héctor nods.
Ernesto smiles. "Okay. Let's try it."
Héctor cheers. "Yes!"
Imelda grins. "How about we celebrate our success? Want to go somewhere?"
Héctor laughs, putting an arm around Ernesto. "Where do you want to go?" he asks.