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I woke up that day not sure where I was, then I remembered, Mexico. I'd fallen asleep yesterday after getting in from my grandmother's house and now it was 9:00.

SHIT! I had to see the lawyer in an hour, I wonder if Gordo's ready.

"GORDO! You ready?" I yelled, I figured he was in the other room.

"Yeah, but your not...are you?" He stated as he walked in to the room.

"Ha ha, very funny, and no. I'm going to take a shower and change, then I'll be right out." I said going to the closet and looking for something to wear.

"Okay, I'll go watch TV."

"Isn't it all in Spanish?"

"Yeah, so?"

"You don't speak it."

"I know but I can still watch, maybe I'll pick something up." He said walking out of the room.

Good old Gordo, I thought shaking my head letting a smile escape my lips. Some times I just didn't get that boy.

After I showered and changed I went in to the living room to find Gordo sitting at the table talking to a thin blond man, in his mid thirties, he wore a dark suit, and I noticed that there was a briefcase on the table. I felt my body tense up, but he did seem okay at least Gordo seemed to like him.

I approached them and then suddenly the attorney looked up, and then rose to his feet.

"Miss Sanchez, I'm John Right, your father's attorney." He said as he extended a hand to me. I took it a bit reluctantly.

"John Right?" I asked I know it's rude but come on this 'is' Mexico.

"Yeah, not you're typical Mexican name I know. I am as you can see a 'white' guy, I'm from California. A few years ago I met your father and I got interested in the Mexican government. He suggested I get certified to practice here because of the demand on lawyers, especially English speaking lawyers, here the pay is much better. So I did, and when he moved here and needed a lawyer I offered my cervices free of charge. It is after all because of him that I've done so well." He said giving me the back story.

"Oh, I see" what else could I say?

"He speaks English!" Gordo said excitedly as if he'd been deprived the language for years.

"I could have told you that." I responded not able to hide my amusement.

"Then why didn't you?" he asked.

"Because some how I think that his visit wasn't scheduled just so you could hear the English language spoken by someone other than me." I said not unkindly but sternly.

"I'm afraid she's right" John said. "I came to discuss your father's last request."

"Um... What do you mean like, his will?" I asked.

"Not really, no. His will won't be read until after the service, but he had some specific requests for his wake and funeral. Most of those requests have been taken care of, but it seems there are two that we can not fill with out your assistance or cooperation."

"My, assistance?" I asked confused.

"Yes, and well it seems we may need Mr. Gordon's help as well."

"Me?" Gordo asked confused.

"Yes, you see his requests were one that you Miranda sing at the wake and two that it be filmed. Now only you can choose to sing and we can't film it with out your consent." He said.

"And you need me why?" Gordo asked as I was still trying to process the information that has been given to me.

"Well you see the guy we were hiring to film had to pull out, so we're pressed for a camera man, and from what I've gathered, from our conversation earlier you've been filming for a while now and won awards, so if you don't mind, all that needs to be filmed is her performance if she chooses to do it and you would be paid."

"Um...Sure I'll film it, but I can't take the money. I'll do it for Mr. Sanchez, and Miranda."

"Um...Okay, I'll do it, I'll sing, and you can film. If that's what he wanted I can't refuse." I said after thinking it over it was the right thing to do. I just hope I can.

"Great, not just as his lawyer, but as his friend, I know it would've made him vary happy. I'll leave you now, and I'll call later this week so you can make arrangements for music." With that he left.

I just stayed there staring at the spot where he had been sitting. What had I done? Could I really just go up there and sing? Yeah I've always loved to sing, but I'm not sure how well I'll perform in public, I can't screw this up. I just 'can't'.

Then I felt a hand on mine, "You'll do great, Miranda, you always do." Gordo said reading my mind.

"But what if I mess up? I can't stand to ruin this."

"Miranda, you couldn't possibly ruin this"

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because, you loved him, and I'm sure everyone there will know that."

"So you think this was a good idea."

"Yeah, I guess I do." He said with a smile.

I couldn't help but smile as well, "Thanks Gordo" I said giving his hand a squeeze.

"Any time."

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A/N: Hey so what do ya'll think? I know it's short, and well there isn't much to it, but I figured you should know why she sings at the wake.

To my Reviewers:

the gifted one: Hey, thanks for the review and I hope you like this.

Hockeylover: hay thanks, yeah Gordo's head is a strange place, LOL. It's weird to write in Gordo's POV, well not actually writing it but the fact that I'm getting comfortable in it. LOL. SO I guess you can tell there will soon be a song, it's funny I'd just finished writing this chap. When I got your review asking for a song. LOL well I hope you like it.

Brie: Hey Thanks yeah I suck with spelling, sorry, but I try!

Black Knight 03: Hay thanks again, for every thing, you rock hun!