When Esmeralda danced her way onto the stage, it broke the somberness the chorus had created. Regulus had felt very uncomfortable with the whole thing. The girls stopped dancing to give Esmeralda the rime she needed as her verse was quite long.

It's our turn to inspire

Inspire who? Bruno hoped that his story inspired others to keep pushing through even if it was hard. Not only that, but to show that it was impossible to get through difficult times by oneself. He had an amazing support system to help him now.

Regulus didn't think that he was very inspiring. He ran away from his problems and did nothing about them. Not once did he stand up to his parents and defend his brother.

You're like a warm fire

Bruno was glad that his love came out as warm and comforting as a warm fire. He was doing the job he wanted to do well. He never wanted to see someone experience the loneliness and pain that he and Mirabel had experienced. Another kind smile graced his face, making his green eyes sparkle.

Regulus had to duck when that look was directed at him. It reminded him of Sirius and how he deeply cared about the people he chose.

Look into the light when things get dire

That was such good advice. Bruno still struggled at times to look for the positives in life. But just like most things, it took practice and he was getting the hang of it. Mirabel and Antonio helped the most. They were little rays of sunshine. It was just so easy to be optimistic when in their presence.

Regulus didn't really have any optimists in his family or where he resided. He'd given out hope for many years, but after so long, he'd finally given up. He wanted to start anew with Sirius, but he was busy with his family. He hadn't come to any of his performances. Though, there was a lone figure squashed in the deepest back corner of the balcony that was metres above their heads.

It's okay to have an ire

The accompanist thought about how angry he'd been when Sirius ran away when he'd been a teenager. He had known that the time was coming, but it made it no less. His anger had turned into unaddressed grief and resignation. It's not like he could stop him because believe me, he tried, but if there was one of the many things that Sirius had inherited from his family was their stubbornness. He also couldn't just run away with him as much as he had wanted to and has become one of his deepest regrets.

The prophet thought about the anger he had harboured towards his mother for treating him and the family that way she had. He also thought of the villagers who treated them as tools to further their lives as well as every time someone blamed him for one of his visions.

You're someone we admire

The pianist smiled softly for a moment. Bruno was getting so much. "I admire you all," the Colombian said with deep conviction. "You've faced each of your challenges admirably."

Regulus shook his head. He wasn't admirable. He believed himself to be a coward. You're brave to play for others," Cinderella pointed out.

"It's nothing." He, too, was stubborn.

You stand tall like a spire

The Latino snored as he wasn't tall. The only people that were tall in the Familia Madrigal were Pepa, Augustín, and Luisa. Mariano was in the middle.

The Englishman smirked slightly as he thought that the description was accurate down to the height and how thin he was. Sirius was even taller than him as he could remember.

Tell us when you tire

The duo glanced at one another briefly. THey tired of human interaction faster than most. Regulus didn't count the performances because he played and then disappeared right after. He rarely spoke to the audiences.

Bruno's social battery was slowly increasing. There were days where he lasted nearly as long as a middling Extrovert. Those were sporadic though.

And what you require

They were both self-sufficient, but the thought that help was in reach was nice. Though, like many people, they didn't like asking for it. Bruno was getting better at asking for help, but with Regulus, it left something that needed to be much desired.

Share all that you inquire

Now, that was something that they both had in spades. They were curious and wanted to know a wide variety of subjects, especially Regulus. Outside of being a pianist, he'd occasionally get questions pertaining to the Wizarding World, the past and present. He's been known as the 'living holder of the Library of Magic' since the age of twenty-five. He'd scoured every library he could, using his name to get the information he wanted. People have sent him rare books and have allowed him to keep them.

Bruno was knowledgeable for his whole life, thanks to his Gift. Highlighted by that his brain was one of the best ones at remembering things even before gaining magic.

Your sharing is a desire

Even if it comes out as jaded literary satire

Regulus quickly glanced at Esmeralda as he stifled a bitter laugh. He'd been bitter for most of his life. That was what he viewed himself as more often than not.

Bruno looked at him with empathy. He could understand Regulus, but because he had his family to support him, he was able to get through some of his bitterness; although it would never be completely gone. It was better than REgulus' right now.

We want you to know that you're worth seven-hundred quadrillion times more than the entire

Planet's supply of rubies, emeralds, and sapphires

The prophet stared at the young princess in sheer amazement. Was he really worth that much? Oh my goodness! That would amount to so much money.

A warm, tender smile brightened his face as he breathed out a heartfelt, "¡Gracias, Esmeralda!" She returned the smile, but with a bit of sass that said that if anyone hurt the ones she loved, there would be prices to be paid. He was one of the ones that were under her protection. "¡Y tú!" he added. Her smile softened at that.

The Gypsy presented both men a Zygopetalum Flower each and Regulus flinched back at the blindingly warm smile, but after a moment, he very hesitantly gave her what he hoped was a kind smile.