{everyone knowns Juanita;

Hector Jose Garcia Benal || 39 || Performer Remember me though I have to say goodbye Remember me don't let it make you cry For even if I'm far away, I hold you in my heart I sing a secret song to you each night we are apart Remember me Though I have to travel far Remember me Each time you hear a sad guitar Know that I'm with you the only way that I can be Until you're in my arms again Remember me

[henycavil]

You don’t want to disappoint anybody, but you know, you lose your voice by trying to please everyone.

[forgottenmusico]

mysistermedusa‌:

Celia looked up with a beaming smile at the sound of a voice - it was a trained force of habit - but it dropped to an amused grin upon recognizing the musician. “You again. Look, I don’t think you want to leave these with me, or they may never see the light of day.” Celia had nothing against the guy. He seemed nice and determined, but she couldn’t just go looking for producers in meeting with her actors to ask if they were looking for a… guitarist?

Hector didn’t want to give up that easily. “Okay. How about if I just pop back there for a second?” He brought up the idea. He wasn’t going to bother anyone. “I will be very fast. In and out.” It was a lot to ask. But if he just left his resume on a desk or maybe on a bulletin board, someone important might see it and he could finally get his break. “Please.” He was at the point of begging. 

[forgottenmusico]

bobtheincredible‌:

Running through a mental list of the things he needs to buy at the supermarket (because he always never felt the need to write it down), Bob squinted in confusion at what the person in front of him said to him. “What?” he said, his brows wrinkled in confusion. He may have been looking at his companion, but his mind was definitely far from the present. Except for maybe now, as he tried to remember what it was they were talking about…

Hector decided to tag along with Bob to the grocery store for the hell of it. He nothing else planned for the day and it got him out of his apartment. Hector had noticed Bob wasn’t fully there on their trip as the other man would space out during conversation on the way to the store. Hector was just telling Bob how a cereal reminded him of a funny story, when again Hector saw the other man zone out. Hector waved his hand in front of Bob’s face with a couple of snaps to get back his attention. “Aye, Roberto! What is with all your zoning out today? Is the family taking a toll on you again?”

[forgottenmusico]

mr-sparrowman‌:

There were more questions that arose from the musician’s answer. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed. Listening to Hector play would’ve been a silver lining after the kind of day he had at the lab, but Terence kept that to himself. It wouldn’t have changed anything. Instead, he looked over to the person who, judging by the instrument in their hand and the restless leg, seemed to be the next performer. “Mm,” he turned back to Hector, seeing him pack. “Here, let me lend you a hand, yeah?” He knew what things were his going by past performances, so he didn’t need much instruction. “Oh, um,” he chuckled when he realized how forward he was when it seemed like Hector didn’t know him, which he didn’t, “where are my manners? You don’t remember me, do you? I’m Terence. I’ve been to some of your shows before.”

Hector didn’t pay much mind to the young man. He had to get his stuff cleared off the stage. He didn’t have have that much, he could usually take everything in one or two trips by himself. Hector stopped his progress when he was offered some help. It took him off guard for a second. “Si. Gracias.” But he wasn’t going to refuse. Whatever got him out off this stage faster the better.  “No, no. I’ve you in the audience before.” Hector handed over a small box of wires. “Terence was it? It’s always nice to meet a fan.” That was everything. Hector grabbed the last of his things and tossed his guitar over his back. “Aquí. My car is parked out back. Do you mind?” He knew Terrance already offered to assist. Hector just had to clarify where they were taking everything. 

[forgottenmusico]

“Anything of Ernesto’s. A CD or movie? Even a used tissue. Something. This plan isn’t going to work unless with have something of de la Cruz.” Hector knew Miguel was a fan of Ernesto and if Hector was right Miguel was the kind of fan to own something relating to the musician. “Come on, Chamaco. I thought you were a fan of your uncle.”

{ @nomxsicmiguel​ ; 

[forgottenmusico]

Hector was exhausted. His last shows lasted longer than he planned. This wasn’t his usually show. It was one of his high maintenance shows. He dragged himself inside the late night restaurant. Flopping down in an empty booth, Hector rubbed any excess makeup on his face. When the waitress came around, Hector gave her a weak smile. “A large cup of black coffee, please. ”

{ @findingpeachx

[forgottenmusico]

Whenever he visited Ms. Bell, Hector always knew he was purchasing the most well handmade things. All the new high technology that has come out in the past years intimidated the older man. He missed the times when musicians just used their voice and an instrument to perform music. Not all these fancy machines. And he found a young woman who was willing to make him these things. Hector knocked on the residents of Tinka to pay off his last purchase as well as to see if you could put in another order. “Ms. Bell. It’s Hector Bernal. I’m here to see if my mic stand is ready.”

{ @tinkasbell ;

[forgottenmusico]

Hector tucked his pile of papers under his arm as he entered into the Monsters Incorporated building. This wasn’t the first time he visited the studio. Numerous time before he has come in trying to drop off his musical resume to any producers or directors in need of music for their movies. And every time he had been turned down. Walking up to the reception desk, Hector recognized the familiar receptionist that had always turned the man away. With an optimistic grin on his face, “Hola. Me again. Trying again to see if I can drop these off? Or maybe I can just leave these here, with you?”

{ @mysistermedusa ;

[forgottenmusico]

Hector turned the corner of the alley way to hear the shaking of a paint can. Curious as to who this street artist was, Hector spotted a young man with his back to him. He waited and watched for a minute seeing how his work might turn out. Once the young man realized Hector had been standing behind him, he spoke. “Hmm, quite a talent you got. Don’t worry I am not going to tell anyone about this.” 

{ @milesfrcmhome ;

[alemanriq]

I’m p sure someone did this already but \o/

commission info

[forgottenmusico]

@nomxsicmiguel

[forgottenmusico]

E R N E S T O

E: Are they the happiest they’ve ever been?  

Answered.

R: When’s the last time they had a birthday party?

Answered

N: Are they clumsy and/or prone to accidents?

Answered.

S: How do they tell someone they’re sorry?

Answered.

T: How quick are they to cry?

Answered. 

O: How much have they changed in the past five years?

Answered.

[forgottenmusico]

Thomas

T: How quick are they to cry?

Depends on the subject. There are only certain things that make Hector actually tear up. 

H: Who texts/calls them the most?

Miguel is the one often sending him texts and calls. @nomxsicmiguel

O: How much have they changed in the past five years?

Answered.

M: When’s the last time they talked to their mom?

Answered.

A: Who are their exes? Do they still keep in touch?

Answered.

S: How do they tell someone they’re sorry?

Hector is quick to figure out when he has made a mistake. He will go through any lengths to make sure  he is forgiven, no matter how long it takes. 

[forgottenmusico]

gonna

G: What was their first job?

Answered.

O: How much have they changed in the past five years?

Answered.

N: Are they clumsy and/or prone to accidents?

Hector is careful with everything. 

A: Who are their exes? Do they still keep in touch?

Hector just has his ex wife, Imelda. He contacts her once a month to confirm his child support and to try and check up on Coco.

[forgottenmusico]

francismccann‌:

“Don’t think me to weird. It is all a costume for an audition i have going on, but method acting seems to be attracting quite a lot of attention lately,” he raised both arms, sighing as the hot fabric draped over him. “Which means it’s something i need to give a try. The play screams person hiding from people by dressing as someone on a weird sort of pilgrimage.” Francis’ nose wrinkled as a piece of hair fell onto it, itching away at it. “Do i look the part?”

Hector didn’t know what to make out of the man’s intentions. He thought musicians were eccentric. He was wrong. He raised a brow thinking of a response to give. “Si, I can see what you wanted to portray. Is this how you get ready for all your parts? Walk around in costume? I don’t quite understand.”

[forgottenmusico]

dodger

D: What time does their day usual start?

Hector usually wakes up about seven o’clock 

O: How much have they changed in the past five years?

Not much as he would like. He is stuck playing small shop shows and has yet to finish a song. Hector is sort of just stuck where he is. 

G: What was their first job?

Answered.

E: Are they the happiest they’ve ever been?  

Answered.

R: When’s the last time they had a birthday party?

Probably in his early 20′s. Just before Coco was born.

[forgottenmusico]

M E G

M: When’s the last time they talked to their mom?

It’s been years. Since he left to pursue music his family hasn’t tried to communicate with him. 

E: Are they the happiest they’ve ever been? 

It’s the happiest he’s been for a long time. 

G: What was their first job?

Hector’s first job was when he was sixteen and he worked at a corner store earning 50 cents an hour.

[forgottenmusico]

mr-sparrowman‌:

It was often Terence was found in the Trolley Car Cafe, but in the times he was, it was to see a certain musician play. He enjoyed listening to others just fine, but for him, the one that stood out was Hector. He never really had a full conversation with the man. Although, he had asked him for his showtimes before, but aside from a few commendations, things never went beyond that. It would’ve stayed that way had he not walked in the coffee shop to find Hector packing away his instrument. He went to look at the time on his phone in uncertainty, and instead of going to order a tea, he walked over to the Chicano. “Oye, Hector, you’re not planning on leaving now, are you?”

@forgottenmusico

Hector was pleased with the slightly bigger crowd that surround him today. He was pleased with himself today. But his time slot was over and it was time to pack up. Gathering his things up, Hector turned when he heard his name. “Eh?” Hector didn’t recognized the young man. He could recall seeing him before, but his name was escaping him. Hector nodded. “I am. My time spot is closing for the day. I have to get my things out of the way for the next performer.” He explained. “If I don’t get thing moving soon, I’ll have a diva to deal with.”