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He goes back to scrubbing the man's shoe. As Miguel shines,

the mariachi plucks his guitar idly.

MIGUEL:

I just can't really talk about any

of this at home so...

PLAZA MARIACHI:

Look, if I were you I'd march right

up to my family and say, "Hey! I'm

a musician. Deal with it!"

MIGUEL:

I could never say that...

PLAZA MARIACHI:

You ARE a musician, no?

MIGUEL:

I don't know. I mean... I only

really play for myself--

PLAZA MARIACHI:

Did de la Cruz become the world's

best musician by hiding his sweet,

sweet skills? No! He walked out

onto that plaza and he played out

loud!

11.

The mariachi gets an idea. He points to the gazebo where

organizers are setting up for a show. They unfurl a canvas

poster which reads "TALENT SHOW."

PLAZA MARIACHI (CONT'D)

Ah, mira, mira! They're setting up

for tonight. The music competition

for Día de Muertos. You wanna be

like your hero? You should sign

up!

MIGUEL:

Uh-uh, my family would freak!

PLAZA MARIACHI:

Look, if you're too scared, then,

well... have fun making shoes.

Miguel considers this.

PLAZA MARIACHI (CONT'D)

C'mon. What did de la Cruz always

say?

MIGUEL:

...Seize your moment?

The mariachi appraises Miguel, then offers his guitar.

PLAZA MARIACHI:

Show me what you got, muchacho.

I'll be your first audience.

Miguel's brows rise, surprised. He reaches to take the

instrument, regarding it as if holding a holy relic.

Miguel spreads his fingers across the strings anticipating

his chord and...

ABUELITA (O.S.)

MIGUEL!

Startled, Miguel impulsively throws the guitar back onto the

mariachi's lap. He turns to see Abuelita marching toward

him. Miguel's TÍO BERTO (40s) and PRIMA ROSA (16), follow

with supplies from the market.

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