Post by Cecilia De la Cruz on Oct 30, 2019 15:49:19 GMT
“Geometric patterns? Woah!” Coco watched as the sand began to morph and change shape before her very eyes, the nearby beach goers noticed the phenomenon as well. Coco glanced at Steeljaw, his species seemed so advanced compared to her own, she couldn’t imagine what his home world would be like. Making her way back to the shore the let her feet dry in the sun before going to retrieve her shoes. Taking one final look at the beach she sighed. This trip was just what she had need, she felt way less homesick now.
But all good things must come to an end she supposed. However, Coco stopped in her tracks as she heard the faint strings a someone playing guitar. Turning towards the sound her eyes fell on an old man on a beach chair strumming away. The heavenly sounds emanating from his guitar, it reminded her of her father. She took a seat nearby and listened in awe, the old man looked up from his instrument and greeted her.
“¡Hola señor!” She waved. The old man’s eyes widened a bit.
“¿Tu eres Cecilia? ¿La hija de Enrique?”
“Si. ¿Tu sabes mi papá?” Coco stared at the man. He knew her, and he knew her father.
“Solía tocar música con él,” Coco’ eyes widened. He had played with her father? The old man than glanced at his guitar, then back at her and smiled. “Veamos si tienes el talento de tu padre.”
Taking the guitar in her hands she ran her fingers across the strings. She knew how to play, her father had taught her how, but she was a bit at a loss on what to play. Her fingers plucked on the strings as she finally decided on “Llévame contigo” by Romeo Santos.
But all good things must come to an end she supposed. However, Coco stopped in her tracks as she heard the faint strings a someone playing guitar. Turning towards the sound her eyes fell on an old man on a beach chair strumming away. The heavenly sounds emanating from his guitar, it reminded her of her father. She took a seat nearby and listened in awe, the old man looked up from his instrument and greeted her.
“¡Hola señor!” She waved. The old man’s eyes widened a bit.
“¿Tu eres Cecilia? ¿La hija de Enrique?”
“Si. ¿Tu sabes mi papá?” Coco stared at the man. He knew her, and he knew her father.
“Solía tocar música con él,” Coco’ eyes widened. He had played with her father? The old man than glanced at his guitar, then back at her and smiled. “Veamos si tienes el talento de tu padre.”
Taking the guitar in her hands she ran her fingers across the strings. She knew how to play, her father had taught her how, but she was a bit at a loss on what to play. Her fingers plucked on the strings as she finally decided on “Llévame contigo” by Romeo Santos.