Dear Ernesto,
I know you probably won't want to come.
After all, you're probably still stewing because everybody despises you, and you're confined to your mansion anyway, but you're invited to my concert.
It's in a few weeks.I even got you some of your favorite candy. If you don't come, at least you'll be sugar loaded!
I'd really like it if you could try to make it. You're creative like me! Try to come with a way.
If you're careful, I'll bet you could watch the whole thing without getting caught.
Trust me, I've done stuff like that before.It'll be fine.Anyway, try to make it. I know you'll be happy if you do.
Yours truly,
Héctor.
Ernesto tore the note up into little pieces and threw the box against the wall.
Now Héctor had done it.
If Ernesto was messed up before, than this crossed the line. He went over to the package he'd thrown, got out the candy bars and tossed them in the garbage furiously.
Then he went over to his nightstand and banged his fists on it, panting.
He'd been this worked up as news of Héctor's upcoming concert spread. Ernesto already knew hundreds of people were going to be there.
Ernesto de la Curz wasn't going to be one of them.
The last thing he wanted to do was see Héctor recieving all the attention that should still be his. That wasn't going to happen. Besides, it was like Héctor was trying to make him miserable: sending him presents, writing notes to him. No wonder Ernesto has nightmares every night.
I hate you, Héctor, he thought as he layed down in his bed. I despise you more than you know. That should be me on that stage. That should be my glory. My attention.
He thought back to the note.
I know you'll be happy if you do.
He won't be happy. Never again. Ernesto buried his face in his hands as Héctor's voice filled his mind again. Somehow the fact that it was Héctor's singing voice made it all the more painful.