"He approached every mariachi ,hoping for a lucky break ,but no one would help him"
"“Where's my femur? You—” Chicharrón raised a finger to give Hector a tongue-lashing, but then he weakened and collapsed on his hammock, a golden flicker flashing through his bones. “Whoa, whoa, you okay, amigo?” Hector said, rushing to his friend's side. Chicharrón let out a long sigh. “I'm fading"
"Mamá Imelda was stuck on the other side. “I am trying to save your life!” “You're ruining my life!” Miguel yelled back. “What?” Mamá Imelda froze. “Music's the only thing that makes me happy. And you—you wanna take that away!”Miguel started up the stairs. “You'll never understand.” A clear, powerful"