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His cowardice was palpable in the previous moment.

Rico had all the energy and all the momentum on his side after his duet with Jo; it should’ve been easy. Why was it then that when he approached his beloved Ellie that he bottled it and ran away before the brunette beauty could speak? Cowardice. He broke her heart and only now after months of longing and loneliness was he reaping what he showed and understanding the consequences of his actions. 

The girl at the party was very different to the girl he had loved for so long. This Ellie was looser, more easy going; he could see that from the stage and it was enamouring. He had never seen her like that. Was this the real Ellie Roberts? Had Enrique’s demons pushed down her true self? It was true that he was a big personality and now the song maestro wondered if it was too big? Did he overshadow other peoples lights with his own darkness?

After the disastrous attempt to reach out to Ellie, Rico fled anywhere his legs would take him within the party. He witnessed the big brute that attacked him earlier leading Lilith into a private room. That was Ellie’s friend and from their brief interaction earlier, Rico knew that the guy she was with was bad news. He considered intervening but the building anxiety in his chest was like an anchor, it was weighing him to the ground. Desperately he searched for a friendly face; Hunter was with some girls, of course, Dee was squaring up to JP and the last thing Rico needed was two of his friends beating seven bells out of each other. 

Hugging the guitar close to his chest like the lifeline he often considered it to be, the Mexican boy made his way out of the party and into the less busy garden. There were people messing around in the pool and others busy getting busy on lawn chairs but that didn’t bother him. He found himself a quiet place by the large fence and parked himself on top of a little stone mound. Rico began to pluck at his guitar strings and as the nonsensical sounds soon became a rhythm, he let the words escape from his lips.

[color=FF8B00][i]Que bonitos ojos tienes,
Debajo de esas dos cejas,
Debajo de esas dos cejas,
Que bonitos ojos tienes.[/i][/color]

Lost in the music, alcohol and drugs, Enrique was unaware of the small crowd of groupies and drunkies forming around him. Eyes closed, feeling the beechwood between his fingertips, all he could see was Ellie.

[color=FF8B00][i]Ellos me quieren mirar,
Pero si tu no los dejas
Pero si tu no los dejas
Ni siquiera parpadear.

Malagueña salerosa
Besar tus labios quisiera
Besar tus labios quisiera
Malagueña salerosa.[/i][/color][/center]