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[♫His words continue to softly remind Kaneda: Don't worry about a thing, oh no! 'Cause every little thing's gonna be all right...♫

Eventually, the song seems to reach its natural conclusion. His singing tapers off, fingers growing still against the guitar's strings. Kaneda's genuine smile sends Manolo's eyebrows rising in surprise before his mouth curls into a closed-lipped smile of his own -- a bit shy, but delighted all the same.]

...How are your wounds?

[As much as he enjoys getting feedback on his work, that's the most important question in Manolo's mind at that moment.]

[It isn't until he hears the last strum of that guitar, Manolo's voice trailing off that he opens his eyes again, like he'd just woken up from a well deserved nap. Hell, he even felt a little more refreshed after that little piece, shoulders no longer having that dull ache from the lamppost that seemed to be knotting his shoulderblades, the cuts from the glass shards merely scratches now.

And as for the bruising on his stomach?

He lifts up that shirt again, peering over it to get a better look at--]

It's gone!!

[Manolo definitely notices some of Kaneda's earlier tension is gone now, and he's warmed to see that the painful-looking bruise from earlier is no more. His smile becomes more relieved.]

Hey, that's great! I'm glad it's better.

[Kaneda can't believe it. Just a song was able to take away a bruise like that--Manolo wasn't kidding when he said his music healed the body and soul.

There's an utter of exclamation in Japanese as he lets the shirt fall down, hopping to his feet.]

You're amazing!

[Manolo holds the guitar against himself, grin turning lopsided at the earnest praise. Even after seeing the things his music is capable of, both here and back home, he still just thinks of himself as a humble guitarrista from a small town.]

I'm just happy I could help you somehow, amigo.

[The response gets a little laugh out of him, hand going to his shoulder.]

Can you do more?

[Sorry, he's just...never heard that kind of music before. Healing powers or not...he loved the MUSIC too.]

Of course. [Manolo doesn't miss a beat. He will never turn down a request for more music, although he initially assumes it's because Kaneda needs more healing.] Are you still hurting anywhere?

Hurting? I think you got everywhere...

[Wait, let him pat his butt--that's always sore when he's tossed arou--nope. All good.]

Nope!

[He can't help laugh a little at that last sweep for injuries.] Good.

[Still, that means Kaneda wants to hear his music simply for its own sake -- which, as far as Manolo is concerned, is the highest compliment anyone can give him. At that realization, the warmth in Manolo's smile also shines in his eyes.

Leaning back against the wall now, he experimentally plucks at a few strings.]

What kinds of songs do you like?

[It's hard to describe what kind of songs he likes--he's only heard what's on a jukebox at a bar back home. He couldn't afford music of his own so...'80's Greatest Hits' is hard to sum up when the 80's were all you had.]

All kinds! As long as it can make you--

[There's a tiny shake of his hips and arms, feet pivoting in a little motion across the floor.

Yes, Manolo, he's a dancer.]

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[Manolo beams. As someone who's always got a rhythm pulsing through his own body, he understands the need to dance.]

Okay, great! I think I've got something.

[Something fun, something upbeat, something to make a man's heart a little lighter. Manolo himself easily settles into the beat, his body naturally moving from side to side as he sings.

The overall theme is similar to what he sang earlier. ♫I say it's alright...♫ But where the other tune was mellow and relaxing, Manolo wants to project the sense of a bright future, just peeking above the horizon up ahead, a promising beacon that will keeping shining on for both of them -- no matter how tough things may get now.]

[The moment the beat starts, Kaneda's arms fold, closing his eyes to listen as his hips sway to the way Manolo's fingers strum the guitar. There's something about his sound--it was never found back home. And much like a dog hearing something for the first time, his head tilts towards it, getting every bit of it he can.

And then slowly the rest of his body starts to move along with his hips, arms slowly unfolding, feet rocking on his heels. He didn't really have a specific KIND of dancing--more just going with what the music told him.

But man was he enjoying this.]

[Manolo looks up from his guitar for a moment, and the sight makes him grin while singing. Even though it's most likely different from anything he's heard before now, the guy is clearly embracing it, letting it move him, and having fun.

Jaime had once said there probably wasn't much of an audience for his type of music, and maybe that was true -- but just seeing one person dance like that to his heart's song makes Manolo's entire day. He couldn't have asked for a better audience!]

[While Kaneda's dance style might not have completely matched up with Manolo's music, you certainly couldn't tell him that. The way his legs move, his arms along with it, and the way his face looks completely at ease, who would interrupt that?

For a moment in this place, the weight looks lifted off his shoulders, and with Manolo's voice having a light healing effect in both body and spirit, it's hard NOT to want to move to it.

It isn't until he bumps into the bed, his legs coming to a stop before his upper body can follow that he turns to face Manolo, balancing himself back so he doesn't fall.]

Do you record or something?

[That question pulls Manolo out of his musical reverie, and his song trails off...]

Record? You mean like...so people who are far away can listen too? [So no, basically.] Someone told me I should think about it, but...I don't know. My style is probably really old-sounding, you know? Besides...[Manolo gives a self-depreciating chuckle.] I wouldn't even know where to start. People don't really make recordings where I'm from.

[A slow pause.]

Well they do here.

[His eyes practically light up at it, putting his hands on Manolo's shoulders.]

I've got a jukebox at the house, and I thiiiink it could use a little bit of your style!

[It's sort of empty, so...it's not like Manolo has any competition, but that's something he won't exactly say out loud.]

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[The warm weight of Kaneda's hands on his shoulders lift Manolo's spirits even higher, his brown eyes brightening at the suggestion.] Oh hey, I just heard about jukeboxes for the first time a couple weeks ago, but I've never seen one before! You can actually put one of my songs inside of it?

You've never seen one?

[Not surprising. They were rare in Kaneda's time too.]

Yeah, you just gotta put it on a CD, you know? I put the CD in, and--[His hands splay out, like an explosion]--music happens!

[Manolo grins at Kaneda's description.] That sounds great! Think you could you show me sometime?

[Brows arch. Mostly because YOU BET.]

Anytime you're in Nonah, stop on by.

It doesn't have anything in it just yet, but hey, maybe your CD'll be the first.

[Yes, you're already making one in his eyes.]

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Oh wow, really? [He is genuinely flattered by that, Kaneda. But then something occurs to him, and Manolo grows more thoughtful.] Do you, uh, know how to make one?

...

Well how hard could it be, right? There's millions of CDs in the world.

Yes! That...is a very good point. [Suddenly, his face brightens.] I'll bet Jaime would know! He is always teaching me about computers, the Netflix, and things like that.

Jaime...

[He's heard that name before...Ken's mentioned him a few times. But it's weird--he's like some elusive person he keeps seeming to miss in this strange world...]

Sounds like he's our ticket to getting you on the map then, huh?

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