It was early morning, the birds were chirping and the sun was rising, setting a beautiful glow on the gang’s camp. You had a brand new guitar in your hands that you bought only a couple of days ago. Why? Because Javier’s old guitar was starting to break.

You let out a nervous yet excited sigh as you began to walk towards him, he was already strumming his worn guitar strings to play a melody. Javier soon stopped however once he saw you.

“¡Ah, mi mundo!” Javier greeted in a comforting tone.