[KingCrowley]

"Dante, ¡Cállate!" Miguel hissed at the Xolo dog, batting his hand back as the mutt whimpered and whined for Miguel to go back. Miguel had once again fought with his family, while they accepted that he wanted to be a musician they believed his school work should come first and because Miguel's grades had been slipping the past few weeks, his Abuelita confiscated the guitar he'd been given on his thirteenth birthday. However, Miguel knew one guitar that he would still be able to use. The thirteen year old marched through the cementerio and up to the mausoleum which now held his great Grandpa's coffin and more importantly right now---his guitar.

"If I can't play music here, then I'm going to play in the land of the dead." Miguel told himself, breaking into the mausoleum by bashing in the window, like he'd done the first time. , It wasn't dia de los Muertos, so no one would hear him for miles. The cemetery was empty.

Miguel hurried over to the mounted guitar and smiled when he saw his reflection in the instrument, seeing this guitar brought back memories of last year, when he'd managed to save his Papa Héctor from being forgotten. "Rivera plaza, here I come." he smirked, taking the guitar down and strumming a single note. Like before, it granted him access to the bridge, which Miguel sprinted toward, an excited Dante scampering along behind him.

Even though he had come back to play music and be free from his familia's strict rules, he had also really missed his deceased familia, especially Héctor. Miguel ran through the security gate, "Hola!" he called out, and the woman skeleton waved.

"Hola Miguel!" she called out.

Miguel pulled up his hood and then walked down one of the back alleys where Héctor had gotten the shoe polish before. He grabbed a tin of white and black, and then tried to make his own face look more---dead. He did a fine job, but nowhere near as good as Héctor had. Miguel then turned to Dante, "What do you think, boy?"

Dante drew his ears back and whined, clearly not impressed.

Miguel laughed, "Aw, what do you know?" he teased and turned on his heel, putting the guitar strap around his body so the guitar hung upside down from his back. "Now we need to find Papa Héctor." he told the dog.