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It was open mic night at the Perk, and Victor Mancha -- international singing sensation whose warm smile hid a crippling history of vocal amnesia -- was ready to take the stage. The coffee shop was a bit smaller than the stadiums he normally played, but he liked the intimate setting as a way to connect with and thank his island fans.

It also saved the producers the cost of building another set.

He stepped onto the small stage that maybe hadn't ever been there before and sat down on a stool, cradling an acoustic guitar, then smiled with endearing shyness at the audience. (At least, he hoped it was endearing. He spent a lot of time on that expression.)

"Welcome to my homecoming show," he said. "This is for all of you lovers out there."

And then he plucked a few chords and began to sing.

Algunos dicen que el amor, es un río
Eso ahoga la caña tierna.
Algunos dicen que el amor, es una maquinilla de afeitar
Eso deja a tu alma a sangrar.
Algunos dicen que el amor, es un hambre,
Un dolor interminable necesidad.
Me dicen que el amor, es una flor,
Y su única semilla ...

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For gathering, mingling, applauding, or talking over the performance like an ass because you just got diagnosed with cancer and have to tell everybody. Whatever.

Evan, the poor, oblivious kid that he was, had just wanted to go to the Perk to get himself a cup of coffee to curl up with while he read on one of those comfy couches they had here. He really hadn't been anticipating the entertainment tonight, and was a little miffed when the usual barista insisted for some reason that it was soda only for him since he was a minor, but overall...

Well, the singing was pretty okay, he decided, smiling up at the stage. He had no idea that Victor was into the performing arts like this!

By this point, Jessica was clearly just trolling people. That's why she threw smiley face boxers onto the stage during the performance.

Victor looked a little confused by this, but gamely scooped them up and tucked them into his guitar case, blowing a kiss as he did. He didn't want to alienate any part of his audience.

It had been a rough day. Bruce and Jaina were in comas, Stacey was dead of rare tropical disease, but Annie had still been looking forward to this.

Because this concert- and Victor- were so totally her way out of this life.

Victor lingered by the lip of the stage once he was done singing, watching for angry boyfriends, autographs to sign or the lovely Dr. Annie.

"Oh, Victor, you were wonderful!" Annie gushed, knowing deep down that that song was for her.

"I found my inspiration in looking at you," Victor gushed in return. "It -- means so much to me that you came. I was afraid you wouldn't."

People so often got kidnapped or came down with a coma or something in a town like this. It made it hard to make plans.

"Of course I came. Nothing could stop me," Annie said, eyes wide...r than usual. "Now we can run away together!"

"Absolutely," Victor said, reaching for her hand. "Where do you want to go? Anywhere in the world."

"How about the whole world?" Annie said. "All of it!"

"I like the sound of that," Victor decided. "New York, Paris, Monaco, Tokyo ... everything in between. I can't wait to see it all with you."

Yes, it is always going to be "The Rose." IDEK. At least this time I ran it through Google translate?

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