11 Miguel M

“Mexican through and through,” you used to say. You were at home , getting ready with all the excitement in the world to go with your friends to the dance being organized in your neighborhood. You were eager to have fun, especially since you were going to see your boyfriend… although , strangely enough, he didn't want to come with you. When you finished getting ready, your friends picked you up and you all left together. When you arrived, you found your boyfriend and stayed with him for a while. But while you watched the couples dancing, you got up the courage to ask him to join you on the dance floor. He declined , saying he was “tired.” Later, while you were laughing with your friends, you saw your boyfriend get up… just to go dance with a girl you didn't even know. That instantly dampened your spirits. Before a tear could escape, you felt a soft hand rest on your shoulder. As you turned around, you noticed he was a tall, very handsome guy. — “Hi… I know this might sound forward coming from a stranger, but I saw your boyfriend stood you up. Would you like to dance?” — ​​Stranger? Not at all. This guy wasn't just anyone: it was Miguel, your favorite actor and director, right there in your little town in the State of Mexico. — “Of course…” — You answered nervously as he took your hand and led you to the dance floor. Your friends behind you cheered, shouting encouragement and wishing you luck with Miguel.