Hey guys! I'm putting a little disclaimer here saying that there are spoilers for the Coco trailer here, and for some of the plot, but the movie will likely remain largely unspoiled (assuming that I didn't have a stroke of genius as I was writing this, and by some miracle it is exactly like the movie). I know almost nothing about Coco, as it is still five months away, and I haven't done a ton of research on the film. What I do know is that the movie is set in Mexico, and the main character is a twelve year old named Miguel. He loves music and wants to be a famous musician, but he has to do it in secret because his family has a ban on music (.. don't know what's going on there, but I have some guesses). That's all I've got to go off of, so here it is! Hope you enjoy!

There will be at least one iconic quote from another Pixar movie in here. See if you can find it! ;)

"Miguel! Let's go!" The sound of his mother's voice reminded the boy that they were supposed to be leaving right away. He jumped to his feet, stashing his guitar away in a little nook in the corner of the small attic. He hadn't been playing it; his family would never allow that. If they found out he knew it was up here, the polished wood grain guitar with all its beautiful designs would likely be destroyed. No, Miguel couldn't play the guitar, not while his family was here with him, but that wouldn't stop him from holding it, just getting familiar with the weight of it in his hands, imagining himself creating the most sonorous melodies anyone in Mexico had ever heard.

"Coming, Mama!" He called back, scrambling down the rickety ladder that led to the main floor of the tiny old house. When his mother turned around to see her son, she smiled warmly at him. He returned the grin, and put on his shoes to follow her to the marketplace.

It was one of the oldest family traditions they had, going to the market every Sunday. Miguel never ceased to be amazed by everything the merchants all around him were offering, and the people clustering together happily to share news, but most of all, the street performers. Every time he visited the busy street corner, Miguel would scour the area for a performer who was putting on a show of a certain nature. The sound of chords being struck on a guitar and ringing through the air resonantly made Miguel whip around. With a huge smile on his face, he walked towards the woman who was playing the guitar. She didn't seem to notice what was going on around her, she was so lost in the music she was creating. Miguel took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

I'll be doing this one day. Miguel told himself. Maybe he'd even get to perform in the Teatro de Los Antepasados, as Ernesto de la Cruz had!

"Miguel!" The sharp voice of his mother made Miguel jump, and his eyes snapped open as his arm was grabbed tightly. "Come on!" Before he could open his mouth to defend himself, his mother was pulling him away from the music. No! Miguel strained to hear the notes that were still ringing lowly through the air, but they were fading fast. Miguel began walking beside his mother through the crowds again, avoiding her gaze. A minute or two passed, until she finally stopped, and he did the same. Miguel knew she was waiting for him to look at her, so he did just that. He expected her eyes to be lit with fury, but when he looked at her, he only saw disappointment.

"Miguel. You know better than to wander off like that." She sounded more sad than anything.

"I'm sorry." He responded, looking back towards the ground. She wasn't happy with him, but it had nothing to do with his wandering off. This was about the music. He wasn't supposed to be anywhere near it.

"Don't do that again, please, mijo."

"Yes, Mama."

"Now, let's go find that bread. We're having capirotada tonight, remember?" Miguel's mother lifted his chin gently with her hand. She was smiling once again. Brightening, Miguel followed her towards the area where the bread would be sold.

As the sun set, Miguel sat with his grandmother outside. The family had already eaten, and in an hour or two, it would be dark.

"I heard about what happened earlier." Abuelita rasped. With a sigh, Miguel turned to his grandmother.

"I just wanted to listen." He said sadly. "I didn't.. think it would hurt anything."

"It's hard, isn't it? Being without the music?" Abuelita asked, looking sideways at her grandson.

"Yes." Miguel nodded. Then he turned quickly to the old lady. "Lita, why does this family hate music so much?" Grabbing his hand, she shook her head.

"Nobody really knows. The last person alive to know the reason was my Lita." A look of melancholy came onto Miguel's grandmother's face. "She is gone now, and so too is the answer to your question." Miguel's shoulders sagged. Would he never know the reason his love for music was forbidden?

"Lita, can I tell you something?" He began before he could talk himself out of it.

"Of course, carinõ."

"I really want to be a musician. I love music, and I want to perform, like.. like Ernesto de la Cruz in the Teatro de Los Antepasados." He spoke extremely quickly, fearing how the news would be received. When he'd finished speaking, Miguel held his breath, waiting for Lita to respond. When she finally did, he let out his breath in a sigh of relief. She was chuckling good naturedly.

"That's wonderful, Miguel! You know, Roberto was a lot like you. He wanted to become a musician as well." The smile on Lita's face faded as she went on about her brother. "The family's feelings toward music stopped him from becoming who he was meant to be."

"I don't want that to happen again." Miguel said quietly. If his family members had stopped his great uncle Roberto from becoming a musician, they'd probably stop him as well. "I don't just want to be a musician, Lita, I need to be."

"That's the way to think." Lita cupped her grandson's face in her hands lovingly. "Maybe you will be the one to break the curse; make this family see that music is a gift to mankind." Miguel smiled. His grandmother felt like the only person he could truly trust with anything.

"Thank you, Lita." He hugged her.

"You can do whatever you'd like, Miguel. Your only limit is your soul." She let him go. "Roberto always told me, 'music is life, that's why our hearts have beats.' I think he was right." She paused, taking in a breath. "You know of the guitar in the attic, don't you?" She asked with a sparkle in her eye. Miguel's jaw dropped a little in surprise, but he nodded. "Good." Lita continued. "In the attic, there are are some old tapes and sheets of notes. Find them, and practice whenever you can."

"How do you know about those?" Miguel asked in awe.

"I was closer to my brother than most siblings are. We went everywhere together." Lita wore a wistful smile, remembering the days she'd spent with her brother so many years ago. "I helped him get the sheets and tapes." Suddenly the door behind them creaked, and Miguel's father came out to greet his mother and son.

"It's getting late, Miguel." His father told him, the corner of his lips twitching up in a smile.

"It is, Papa."

"You should be off to bed, don't you think?" Enzo asked, one eyebrow raised.

"I suppose I should!" Miguel agreed. He turned back to his grandmother. "Goodnight, Lita."

"Goodnight. I will see you in the morning." When Enzo had turned back towards the door, she winked. Miguel returned it, and then followed his father inside.

As he began to fall asleep, Miguel thought over what his grandmother had said to him. Nobody could stop him, except himself. He would do everything he could to become a musician, if not for himself, then for uncle Roberto and the rest of his family. Music was a lot more important than they could have ever imagined. Miguel would just have to make them see that.

Did you find the quote?

I really enjoyed writing this. I ended up doing a tiny bit of research into Mexican food and terms of affection for the purpose of writing this one-shot. ! I didn't find any new information about the actual movie, but that'll come with time. The one shot was a little shorter than what I'm used to writing. What do you guys prefer, longer or shorter one- shots? Constructive criticism is always welcome! And please, somebody give me a request for a movie. I have nothing. I'm thinking of doing a Toy Story one- shot next, but I don't have an actual storyline..

Thanks for reading! I'll see you guys next Friday (when I will finally be out of school)!