More than twenty-five people show up for their next concert, the adults swaying to the melody and the littlekids jumping and yipping in indivdual groups, trying to copy the many dance moves Héctor throws in (none of which Ernesto approves) and failing every time. All lights of the bar are on them, the rest of the place dark so that Ernesto and Héctor are the only thing people are looking at as long as they're playing their guitars. The two spotlights follow every crazy move Héctor makes.

Ernesto really hopes the audience can't see his piercing glares from their spots below the stage. He has to keep himself from sqeezing the guitar strings too tight as he continues playing.

Héctor spins dramatically around Ernesto, leaning his head on Ernesto's shoulder for a second until Ernesto subtly shakes him off, then he goes back to twirling, strumming his guitar and grinning rather mischeviously as he plays.

You make me un poco loco.

Un poqui-ti-ti-to loco.

Héctor is bouncing on the stage, his eyes wide with excitement. A few people laugh at the words of the song and the way Héctor's voice croons the lyrics in a higher tone than normal.

The way you keep me guessing.

Ernesto rolls his eyes as Héctor leans over to him and elbows his side, batting his eyes rapidly. The little kids cheer, thrusting their fists in the air and laughing hysterically. A few women in the audience join in on the giggling as well.

I'm nodding and I'm yesing.

Ernesto huffs as he plays his own guitar, grimmacing as Héctor sings the next lines and remembering doing a concert similar to this with Imelda a few years ago.

I'll count it as a blessing.

That I'm only un poco loco!

Héctor lets out a loud grito during the musical interlude, pushing his guitar behind him and leaning down toward the audience as he dances. He busts out some admittedly impressive footwork as percussion to Ernesto's playing, the heels of his shoes clicking loudly on the wood of the stage. One of the kids in the audience gets closer to the stage and bounces up and down in her spot, waving at Héctor and Ernesto with wide eyes and a huge smile.

Ernesto cringes at how much the girl reminds him of Coco and averts his gaze from her as he keeps playing, staring out into the crowd as he steps a close as he dares to Héctor and takes a deep breath for the next verse.

The loco that you make me, it is just un poco crazy.

He swears he hears Héctor whispering, "Yeah, Superhero!" as he sings the next words.

The sense that you're not making. The liberties you're taking. It leaves my cabeza shaking...

They continue with the song, Héctor finally calming down from his dancing jag and standing next to Ernesto as they serenade the crowd. When the song ends, Héctor letting out one more yell as the last note fades, the cheering from the audience errupts into loud returning cries as Héctor bows exaggeratedly. Then he takes Ernesto by the hand and pulls him off to the left of the stage, the cheering growing louder and louder as the two of them leave.

After they're finally away from the noise, Héctor gives Ernesto an exhilerated smile, tilting his head and and putting an arm around his shoulder as they walk back to their hotel. The two of them talk about the performance on their way back, the hot setting sun making their hair stick to their foreheads and their purple suits cling to theri backs.

"I told you this peroformance would have a bigger crowd than the last one," Héctor quips, punching Ernesto's shoulder.

Ernesto nods. "I guess you were right."

Héctor giggles for a moment as they near their building. "When's our next performance?" he asks once he stops and watches Ernesto opens the door.

Ernesto sighs and collapses onto his bed, throwing his guitar aisde. "Our next concert won't be for a while, Héctor. We leave for Toluca in three days."

"Alreay?"

"Sí. I told you, only a few weeks for each city." Ernesto lays down with a groan as Héctor turns the lights off.

Héctor sits across from him on his own bed and raises an eyebrow at him.

"Superhero?"

"What?"

Héctor smiles. "This was a great idea. Gracias."

"You're welcome." Ernesto yawns and rolls over, away from Héctor, trying to ignore the lifting of his heart. Moments later, he hears Héctor's blankets shift around as well, then a content sigh.

"Superhero?"

Ernesto glares. "What, Héctor?"

"Buenos noches."

"You too. Now stop talking. It's late, and I'm tired."

Héctor giggles and nods, the noises of the side of his room dissolving into muffled snores. Ernesto stares at the wall, wide awake still, and imagines concerts in Toluca, the spotlights shining on him and Héctor and the audience made up of hundreds, the fantasy cheering echoing in his mind and making him laugh with anticipation until his eyes finally close and the noise mixes with reality and quickly fades to nothing.