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[matadorable]

If you're hearing this message, I am probably not here. Or I am furiously pressing every button I can because I forgot how this thing works. One of the two! Either way, I will get back to you...eventually.

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[rassera]

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

[matadorable]

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.

[rassera]

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?

[matadorable]

[He's still having a hard time imagining lots of people listening to him, but Manolo can't help but smile when he thinks about the possibilities.]

You mean we'd make CDs for other people too?

[rassera]

Damn right!

Look, it's like a reputation on the street, alright? You gotta let people know who you are, and word spreads like a fire.

[matadorable]

A reputation...

[Back home, the Rodriguez brothers sure made a name for themselves -- but not a particularly good one, despite being excellent musicians. The laughing stock of the town, his father had once called them, and he'd been quick to equate that with Manolo's own desire to be a guitarrista.

But here? People like Kaneda were supportive of him from the very start, as if they truly believed Manolo had a gift that ought to be shared.

Manolo squared his shoulders with confidence. If other people could believe in him so fully, then the least he could do was believe in himself too.]

It's always been my dream to become a full-time musician. If that'll help me achieve my goal, then...I'll do whatever it takes.