Coco: a Musical Journey

by Shiningstar Girl 777

Sixth fanfic of Coco, but the first Female main character fanfic! Milagro Rivera, aka Mila, is a girl with a heart fill of beautiful music and she wishes more than anything to share it. But a bitter hurt from the past has forbidden the very thing she loves. Fate has brought her to the Land of the Dead and she has to chose; the thing she loves most or people she loves the most!

2. Chapter 1

*I got started on this story two weeks before the movie came out in theaters. I got this idea in my head for a few days ago.

*I got some spoilers from a storybook and I have anxiously waiting for the movie to come out.

*The main character is Milagro "Mila" Rivera. She is sixteen years old and wants to become a musician. And in trying to find out about her great-great grandfather, she gets sent into the realm of the dead.

*Dias de los Muertos is actually a three-day holiday so the story will be longer.

COCO

Chapter 1: Before I was Even Born or even Remember:

Sometimes I feel like I'm cursed, because of something that happened before I was even born. But what the curse exactly is, is the question if you ask me. This whole situation started almost a hundred years ago. This story has been repeated everyday even before the last sixteen years of my life, so I know it by heart, as much as I rather not.

You see, a long time ago, at the start of the 1920's, there was this family; a mama, a papa, and a little daughter. The house was filled with music, because the papa, he was a musician. He and his family would sing and dance, and count their blessings. However, he also had a dream, to play for the world. Then one day, he left with his guitar… and never returned.

And the mama, she didn't have time to cry over that walk away musician. After banishing all music from her life, she found a way to provide for her daughter. After discovering her little girl's shoes were falling apart and with not enough money to buy a new pair, she rolled up her sleeves, and taught herself how to make shoes for her family and for others as well. She could have learned to make sweets, piñatas, or even sparkly underwear for wrestlers, but no she chose shoes.

Then she taught her daughter how to make shoes, and later… she taught her son-in-law, and then her grandkids got roped in. As the family grew, so did the business. Music had torn the family apart, but shoes have brought them together. Which is ridículo (ridiculous), if you ask me.

And that mama, she was my great-great grandmother, Mamá Imelda. She died way before I was born, but my family still tells her story, every year on Dias de los Muertos, the Days of the Dead. And he little girl, she's my great grandmother, Mamá Coco! I wish I could say Mamá Coco was fine with the family's ban on music, but based on the stories she told me, I'm not sure music was the real problem. I think the curse is something else, but I can't quite place it.