Alejandro's pov

I had been sneaking around and singing for different talent shows and places , when one day I find it in my heart to invite my adoptive family to one of my shows and of course I get screamed at . Which leads me to the local archives as I looked through my family records , nothing on my real father. Who was he and why did he abandon his only son and child , it's like I did something wrong when I go to my hidden music studio I have a flashback

Pretend that coco is Alejandro

Was that man my father? I felt a connection to him like he loved me but regrets leaving me and my mom , like he intended to come back for me but something bad happened to him . So he died before he could return for me

" Now I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing "Hallelujah"

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light in every word
It doesn't matter what you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though it all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelu-
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelu-
Hallelujah" I sang as a way to feel closer to my father I never knew, and to make things worse father's day was coming up along with my 14th birthday. My of my classmates will be celebrating the day with thier father while I will be left out . For the past year I just can't seem to fit in anywhere, I'm different from Mt adoptive family and my classmates at school. But there is one person I can count on to be there for me my older adoptive sister coco, we both share a secret love of music . Some how I felt that I was getting close to the end of my life . Not many 13 year olds would think about that but I think about it, recently I've heard the cries of la Llorna, the weeping woman. Then it hit me that could the way my life ends. Then it hit me , I was kinda like the woman in the story I was an outcast from my family and friends. That just gave me a song idea
" Ay de mí, Llorona

Llorona de azul celeste

Ay de mí, Llorona

Llorona de azul celeste

Y aunque la vida me cueste, Llorona

No dejaré de quererte

No dejaré de quererte

Me subí al pino más alto, Llorona

A ver si te divisaba

Me subí al pino más alto, Llorona

A ver si te divisaba

Como el pino era tierno, Llorona

Al verme llorar, lloraba

Como el pino era tierno, Llorona

Al verme llorar, lloraba

La pena y la que no es pena, Llorona

Todo es pena para mí

La pena y la que no es pena, Llorona

Todo es pena para mí

Ayer lloraba por verte, Llorona

Hoy lloro porque te vi

Ayer lloraba por verte, Llorona

Hoy lloro porque te vi

Ay de mí, Llorona, Llorona

Llorona de azul celeste

Ay de mí, Llorona, Llorona

Llorona de azul celeste

Y aunque la vida me cueste, Llorona

No dejaré de quererte

Y aunque la vida me cueste, Llorona

No dejaré de quererte

No dejaré de quererte

No dejaré de quererte

¡Ay, ay, ay!" I sang