Down to One

"Manolo?" He walked closer. His brother would usually be there, strumming out what secrets and longings his heart hid, but he couldn't hear any guitar or Manolo's voice. The rain eased. Now Joaquin could hear better. "Look, Manny, I-" A figure lay on the wet grass. Gold- trimmed black jacket, dark hair, holding a guitar... "Manolo!" (WARNING: SPOILER ALERT) ONE SHOT