A star is born!

hans leaned to the tiny counter, peaking the interest of the barista about ten minutes ago with talk of his latest flight to france and he spoke of the next place he wanted to travel to. “i was thinking, maybe we could go around florence, italy and not have a care in the world, ara ya free at the weekend?” he inquired cupping their hands together with a light kiss, “say yes.”

the woman was bashful and regrettably, she wasn’t available. he didn’t take this personally and left a hearty tip and his number, walking away with his free latte. he smiled at someone coming near the coffee cart, “i wondered when you’d grace my presence, what do you say to a cabaret night later this month?”

        "That actually sounds fantastic, it's like the Burdeles, right? Lots of nice-looking gals, music, and entertainment?" He wasn't even phased a total stranger was offering him this, Ernesto was a free soul, he would go anywhere the fame and fun would go without a second thought. He wasn't lost either on how he was sweet-talking someone else before he arrived to get himself a drink, he let his guitar rest on the floor next to him and asked for some black coffee.

“THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE ! ” Mirana came out of the swinging see-through kitchen doors, a smudge of flour upon each of her cheeks. in both hands was a cake and “welcome to crimson hearth bakery, what can i do for you? ”

        What a lovely lady! It made Luca somehow present nerves to relax some and a smile to come to his face, he felt a little bit less ridiculous by the request he was going to make, where he had been eyed like he grew another head in the other bakeries.

           "UHm... hi! I'm Bruno, er I mean, Luca." God he should have not thought of his mantra before introducing himself, now he’s made a fool out of himself. 

Flora couldn’t help but chuckle lightly at the young man’s fumbling. It was refreshingly earnest, if a bit strangely naive. Sure, most men who came in her tended to be nervous wrecks, for doing anything with flowers for ones partner was always a bit anxiety-inducing, but this just seemed to be this one’s modus operandi. 

“Oh you sweet thing!” Flora chuckled lightly, swatting at the air with one hand as she placed the wreath up on the shelf. She resolved to box it later when there weren’t guests. “Don’t worry, it makes perfect sense, and you are quite sweet to offer. You’re not wrong, I am actually quite tired. Perks of being a beloved pillar of the community means good business…Bad side of that means that sometimes, that results in lots of ‘last minute’ affairs.” she replied frankly, though there was no malice in her response. Flora simply told it like it was. “I do genuinely appreciate your concern, my dear. You helped in exactly the way I would have needed. Now, feel free to look around or ask me if you’ve got any questions! My name’s Flora if you need something.”

"Oh, good, heh I am not much of a people person so sometimes I don't know if it's too much or not." He admitted with a quiet chuckle, he guessed you could take the underdog from the social bubble but you couldn't take the social awkwardness out from the underdog. He hummed as he looked around a bit, it seemed more of a flower shop though, he cleared his throat and got closer.

Flora looked up from her binder of arrangement ideas as a familiar, irritatingly honey-smooth voice began to boom melodically through the shop. Despite her best efforts, there was something so…charming about Ernesto. Though she wouldn’t admit it, Flora saw much of herself in the bombastic persona that swept through her door. Even now, she couldn’t help but smile  in spite of being interrupted from her work. 

“You say that every time, querido, and yet I still make the argument that you are just continually adding lyrics to the epic ballad that is somehow supposed to convince me to go out with you.” she teased gently, “Tell me Ernesto, what would happen if I were to say yes to you? I feel like you’d just die from shock on the spot at this point.”

"Actually I try to sing a different balad everytime I come here so you are convinced my feelings with you renew like the flowers in spring." Ah, he was on a roll and he didn't have to search up any of those phrases, he chuckled when she talked about the possibility of saying yes, granted he somehow assumed it wouldn't happen but that didn't mean he would get petrified it did.

“I don’t know if I’d call myself a musician.” Sure he had a few years of piano lessons as a child and has been playing the flute since his teens, but he wasn’t a musician. “But I’m more than willing to help out a buddy. I can see what his old sea captain remembers. Don’t expect anything good from me.”  Erik laughed as  raised his glass before taking a sip of his drink. Erik had only had a few other times with Ernesto. It wasn’t very often he found someone who isn’t into sailing or in his family’s inner circle. “Hm? Sure. Well.” Was it sad for him to admit that his best friend was in fact his dog Max? “I had a good buddy during my service over seas. Haven’t seen in a few years. I guess I wouldn’t call him my best friend. Come to think of it, I don’t I’ve had a best friend for a while.”

He chuckled taking one shoot of tequila of his own and sighed. "SO long you can make the rythim for me everything should be fine, pal." He didn't need as much to make a show, he did have an angelical voice after all, it was just that his public in Mexico was a bit more open than in here, but he could still make heads turn right? He was after all Ernesto Cruz Herrera.

                 “The idea is quite simple, señorita. I’d want you to paint this guitar to look like this one, it’s an exact replica of the one I used in Mexico, I just uh... couldn’t travel with it to this country.” He told vaguely as he showed her the picture he had on his phone, he had heard about her experience painting and thought he could easily replicate ‘La Catrina’ as he would affectionaly call his old Guitar. “I’d of course pay you well for your services, we could even exchange a part of it with our talents, if you ever need someone to sing in an event just call me, Mariachi Cruz, Mexican music entertainment fit for all ages and ocassions.” 

        “Ahem, sorry ‘bout that, cariño, just practicing for tonight’s gig.

{ Tom Holland, cis male, he/his } from bounds bay, channel 33 presents … Luca  from LUCA as Luca Paguro Ricci. in tonight’s episode of disneyvision we follow the 24 in their day to day life as A  PHYSICS STUDENT. talk around town, recently that they are CHEERFUL , yet can still be INSECURE. let’s see what will happen in today’s episode … ✧{ brenda, she/her, 27, est, none }

BIO.

Luca has always been a shielded child, starved of friendship, knowledge, and secretly (deep down) adventure. Born into a strict traditional Italian Family, with no other children or siblings around he struggled to correlate with people his age, often being labeled as a weirdo or as one of the ‘under-dogs’, when other children would go to normal schools he would have to stay home-schooled, helping with the family’s farm and learning about their traditions, he would normally not mind, that was until he got a taste of a different environment, that was until he met Alberto.

Alberto became Luca’s bridge to a world full of wonder and possibilities, if Luca was scared he would make him brave, if Luca was insecure he would give him confidence, if Luca was doubtful, he would yell ‘Silenzio Bruno!’ and they would endeavor in the craziest adventures together, his parents would normally not mind he made a friend, had Alberto not get him in so many troubles so often, however, Luca could always excuse it under "It was the heat of the moment" or "We were just having fun", you could say he was just an easily influenceable kid, and that went on until high-school.

As it turns, Alberto wasn't a fan of new things and he seemed quite content with the life he got and the things he knew, but Luca wanted to know more, he wanted to keep learning and the only way to do that was to open his horizons and navigate unknown waters of his own.

                   “Come ‘ere muchacho, you don’t know how much it means to me that you’ll make some performances with me, from a Musician to another, next round is on the house.” He might have had a few drinks over him, this somehow reminded him old times with Hector before... well before he was gone, he may be a monster to some but he was not entirely heartless. “Tell me, you’ve got a best friend?”

—  ❛❛  𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 // @ch33starters

𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑. enjoying the day. he sighed happily, as he sat the paper down to let his eyes wander about the room. a quick people watch.. to see if there was someone worth pick pocketing? possibly. that’s when he matched eyes with someone next to him. “wonderful day, huh?” he asked with a small grin. 

—  ❛❛  𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 // @ch33starters​

𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐀'𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑. clearly something was upsetting them, or confusing them.. or– well maira couldn’t quite understand the look on their face. it was extremely peculiar to the point she couldn’t help but ask, “why do you have that look on your face? it’s very impolite to pull faces, my dear.”

               Had he been THE Ernesto de la Cruz of before, filled with power and riches he would have simply told her not to get close if he didn’t like to pull faces, but on this town (specially in one where everyone knew one another) it wasn’t on his best interest to be known on a bad light so he   t r i e d   to compose it, just slightly. “It was not thrown to you, corazón, I assure you, am just worried about this month’s rent.” Some months were like that, where he barely made it in time or hid from his lanlord until he had the rent. I knew I shouldn’t have bought the mojitos for everyone yesterday. 

Every year Alice had to make at least one snowman, putting her own personal twist on them. It was a tradition that began when she was younger and one she continued still. Alice took a step back observing her handiwork, tilting her head slightly as she thought. Taking off her bright red scarf, she tied it as a sash around the snowmen. “It’s almost there, it’s still just missing something. I don’t know what though."