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2- Voice of an Angel

fem! singer! y/n
simp! camilo

Y/N's POV

A talent show is being held in my small town. It's run by the Madrigals, of course, but they don't participate because it wouldn't be fair.

This is my first year auditioning, and I have to do it in front of Señora Alma, who scares the life out of me.

"Next!" Señora Alma's voice calls. That's my cue.

"Hello, I'm Y/N L/N. My talent is singing," I say, fixing my posture and trying to look confident.

"Hola Señorita. Whenever you're ready," she says, pulling out a clipboard.

I take a deep breath and start singing.

Uh, alright.
I can't focus on what needs to get done
I'm on notice hoping that you don't run, ah
You think I'm tempted but I'm misdiagnosed
'Cuz I'm a stalker I've seen all of your posts, ah-ah
And I'm just tryna play it cool, now
But that's not what I wanna do, no-ow
And I'm not tryna be with you, now, you, now
Mhm
You make it difficult to not overthink
And when I'm with you I turn all shades of pink, ah
I wanna touch you but don't wanna be weird
It's such a rush I'm thinking wish you were here, ah-ah

Alma stops me there, and I look at her with (hopefully) confidence.

"Thank you, Señorita L/N, I will see you performing at the show," Alma smiles gently at me.

"Oh, thank you Señora!" I smile wide and exit the room.

<<<>>> *day of show*

"Mom, I'm nervous," I say, fiddling with the hem of my dress.

"Darling, you'll do wonderful! Your father and I will be watching the whole time, we love you!" My mother kisses my cheeks and pats my head.

"Next, Y/N L/N will be coming up to the stage singing 'Crush' by Tessa Violet!" the announcer says. I take a deep breath and walk out onto the stage, seeing most of the town there.

I also spot the Madrigals, and I see my friend Luisa cheering me on.

The music starts.

"Uh, alright
I can't focus on what needs to get done
I'm on notice hoping that you don't run, ah
You think I'm tepid but I'm misdiagnosed
'Cause I'm a stalker I seen all of your posts, ah-ah
And I'm just tryna play it cool now
But that's not what I wanna do now
And I'm not tryna be with you now, you now
Mhm
You make it difficult to not overthink
And when I'm with you I turn all shades of pink, ah
I wanna touch you but don't wanna be weird
It's such a rush, I'm thinking wish you were here, ah-ahh
And I'm just tryna play it cool now
But that's not what I wanna do now
And I'm not tryna be with you now, you now
But I could be your crush, like, throw you for a rush, like
Hoping you'd text me so I could tell you
I been thinking 'bout your touch like
Touch, touch, touch, touch, touch
I could be your crush, crush, crush, crush, crush
I got a fascination with your presentation
Making me feel like you're on my island
You're my permanent vacation
Touch, touch, touch, touch, touch
I could be your crush, crush, crush, crush, crush
Sorry
I fill my calendar with stuff I can do
Maybe if I'm busy it could keep me from you
And I'm pretending you ain't been on my mind
But I took an interest in the things that you like, ah-ahh
And I'm just tryna play it cool now
But that's not what I wanna do now
And I'm not tryna be with you now, you now
But I could be your crush, like, throw you for a rush, like
Hoping you'd text me so I could tell you
I been thinking 'bout your touch like
Touch, touch, touch, touch, touch
I could be your crush, crush, crush, crush, crush
I got a fascination with your presentation
Making me feel like you're on my island
You're my permanent vacation
Touch, touch, touch, touch, touch
I could be your crush, crush, crush, crush, crush
And yeah it's true that I'm a little bit intense, right
But can you blame me when you keep me on the fence, like
And I've been waiting, hoping that you'd wanna text, like
Text like
It's what I was born to do
And yeah it's true that I'm a little bit intense, right
But can you blame me when you keep me on the fence, like
And I've been waiting, hoping that you'd wanna text, like
Text like
Ugh
And I'm just tryna play it cool now
But that's not what I wanna do now
And I'm not tryna be with you now, you now
But I could be your crush, like, throw you for a rush, like
Hoping you'd text me so I could tell you
I been thinking 'bout your touch like
Touch, touch, touch, touch, touch
I could be your crush, crush, crush, crush, crush
I got a fascination with your presentation
Making me feel like you're on my island
You're my permanent vacation
Touch, touch, touch, touch, touch
I could be your crush, crush, crush, crush, crush
Sorry"

As the music fades, the crowd erupts with applause. I look back at Luisa and see that she put her cousin Camilo on her shoulders.

"GO Y/N!!" he yells, blowing me a kiss.

I blush and curtsy, leaving the stage and heading back to my family.

Camilo's POV

Luisa's friend is so pretty. Her voice is beautiful, too! God, the things I would do to just talk to her...

"Camilo? What's up?" Mirabel asks with a knowing glint in her eyes. "Do you have a crush on Y/N?"

I blush furiously and say, "What? Of course not! What makes you think-"

I cut myself off as I see Y/N looking my way. I smile and wave gently, and see her wave back.

Oh no. She's coming this way.

"Your heart is racing," Delores whispers, "You're not as slick as you think you are."

I blush again and before I can say anything...

"Hey Luisa! Hey Camilo!" Y/N says cheerfully.

"Y/N!" Luisa pulls her into a hug and picks her up, swinging her around. "You did amazing! I didn't know you could sing!"

She chuckles, "Oh come on, I'm not that good..."

"You sounded lovely, but not as lovely as your cute face, chica bonita," I say, sliding an arm around her shoulders.

I see her cheeks and ears turn pink as she turns away, embarrassed.

"Camilo, stop hitting on Y/N, it's time for the awards!" Mirabel says.

"See you later, Hermosa," I wink and walk back to stand next to my family.

Y/N's POV

What. The. Fuck.

Camilo- the cutest Madrigal- just started hitting on me?? HE CALLED ME CHICA BONITA??

I take a few deep breaths and try to play it off as him being a flirt. Soon enough, the announcer starts telling places.

"Third place belongs to Jorge Ramirez! Second place goes to Isabelle Ramos! First place is no other than Y/N L/N!" he says enthusiastically.

Me?? First place?! I look over at my parents and they signal for me to go on stage next to Jorge and Isabelle.

I'm given a bouquet of flowers (made by Isabella of course) and we all take one more bow before leaving the stage.

"Congrats Y/N! I knew you would be up there!" Mirabel high fives me.

I laugh, "Thanks guys, really."

"I knew you'd place first, Querida," Camilo's flirtatious tone says from behind me. "Allow me to take you on a date?"

I stand there baffled. I look into his eyes and see that he's being genuine, there's anxiety shining through them.

"Of course I will, Camilo," I respond. I kiss his cheek and walk back over to my parents.

They're about to hear an earful.