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miracles-and-butterflies · 1 year

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For @maleficent09, based on the prompt: “how the villagers see or don’t see how wrong they were about Bruno.”

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Ajustamiento

An adjustment.

That’s what Mama had said this would be. For both him leaving the walls for the first time in ten years. And for everyone else, who hadn’t seen him in ten years.

It was an adjustment for a lot of the Madrigals too. Some struggled - Luisa had to be keenly watched over, so she wasn’t overworking herself, and Pepa would instinctively keep a locked gate over her emotions. And some found it came easily - Isabela is impressively quick at dropping that perfection, happily wrestling in the mud with her younger cousins and demanding her Abuela join in, and Dolores takes the transition of enhanced to normal back to enhanced hearing in her stride. He’s even caught her singing to herself.

It was a careful balance for him. Bruno didn’t want to fall back into the whole golden child adoration he had before his reputation crumbled away, nor did he want to remain the mysterious Madrigal that nobody talks about. Though the latter was a good premise for a play or something.

Well, at least he thought that. Turns out there was no careful balance.

Most of the older townspeople came around within seconds. They remembered him from before and knew better than the twisted gossip of recent years.

The village kids too. They were an excitable lot, brimming with questions, clearly influenced by their babysitter/friend/playmate, Camilo.

All that was left is that awkward group in the middle. Young adults. Most people in their early twenties to late thirties, still walk very apprehensively around him. They think he can’t hear them whispering too.

There’s a tug on his ruana.

He looks down to see he’s surrounded by three little boys. One of which is clutching to green fabric.

“Are you Bruno Madrigal?” The boy asks, who yanked at his ruana.

“Can you really see the future?” Pipes up another.

“Can you tell us our futures?” Questions the last.

Bruno chuckles fondly. A part of him has missed this. He remembers the days when a young Isabela, Dolores and Luisa would hound him for visions in a very similar fashion.

“Yep. I’m Bruno and I can see the future.”

The children look at him in awe.

Would it be wrong to say he feels like a celebrity?

“Who wants a vision?”

The way all their hands instantly shoot up reminds him of doing this at school. Most of the kids would come running for the solutions to homework or tests to to find out if their crush liked them back. And he remembers Mama telling him off when she found out he was charging his classmates for them.

The kids introduce themselves as Diego, Juanito and Samuel Perez. The name is familiar, Bruno went to school with their parents. The boys are cousins. And are babysat by Camilo - though that was obvious already.

He leads them away to an open space.

It’s just outside the Perez house, which is getting an extension, built by Luisa. Bruno tries to wave at his niece as he passes but the kids have a very firm grip on his arm.

Seriously, these kids could easily rival young Isabela for how enthusiastic they are.

He doesn’t mind them helping out with pouring sand into a circle, but he doesn’t want to redo an angry Abuela getting involved because a flowery braid got singed while burning leaves.

“I bet I become the richest guy in the world,” Samuel says.

“I don’t care about money. Adults say money doesn’t make you happy. I want to become a farmer, like my Papas.” Juanito announces, proudly.

“I want to marry Sophia.” Diego pipes up.

“You said you liked Carolina?”

“I can like many things.”

“Who wants to go first?” Bruno cuts in.

It’s a silly question because obviously they all want to go first. And they start arguing about it.

In the end, Diego goes first. He was the eldest apparently. He would be followed by Samuel, then lastly Juanito.

“You ready, kid?” Bruno questions, holding out his hands.

He takes them instantly. “Born ready.” Diego answers.

They sit in anticipation under green light. The other two are sat off to the side, watching in hushed excitement.

Now that he’s actually doing the vision, he’s starting to consider what happens if the future isn’t good. He’s internally watching a repeat of young Dolores crying to Pepa and Félix, saying that she is never going to be loved and will be lonely forever - that wasn’t the vision, but the future can be difficult for some adults to grasp, never mind children.

He didn’t want to do that again, so he stopped doing visions for children after that. Much to the annoyance of young Luisa.

Since the magic returned, he’s been doing visions for anyone that shows interest.

Still not many of them have actually been kids under ten. With the exception of Antonio, due to personal biases.

The reputation that was created for him in those absent ten years are probably to blame. Parents have convinced their children or anyone that will listen that his gift is taboo.

Take Osvaldo Ortiz, for example.

The Ortiz family had been close with the Madrigals. Osvaldo’s father had been friends with Alma since birth and then worked with her in Encanto. So, his son was the best suitor for one of Alma’s girls. Until, of course, Julieta fell madly in love with Agustín.

Osvaldo hadn’t taken it well, to say the least. Bruno had only tried to advise him, it could hardly be called a vision, more than a warning.

Soon enough, Bruno found himself being accused for Osvaldo growing a gut.

He can’t help but think Osvaldo’s unhappiness is somewhat deserved though. He’s seen the way Osvaldo treats Agustín and the way he still tries flirting with Julieta. Isabela complains of the way he looks at her sister.

“What do you think you’re doing?!”

Bruno blinks, and the vision stops.

Oh. He hasn’t been paying attention to what he was actually doing.

However, there’s no vision slate in his hand, so hopefully nothing bad has actually happened.

A familiar woman suddenly appears in his field of vision, holding Diego by the hand. The other two boys are peeking out from behind her brown skirt. She looks down at him, glaring. The children must’ve done something.

Camilo tends to encourage mischievousness in the kids he babysits and that often leads to trouble. It’s no surprise adults are displeased.

“Ah, Xiomara Perez! To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Don’t give me that, Bruno! How dare you try to use your magic on my son! And my nephews!” She screeched.

Yep. That makes more sense.

“They asked for a vision. I’m just doing my job.” Bruno shrugged.

“Liar! My Diego would never have asked. Your visions always lead to trouble!” Xiomara continued. “These are innocent kids, they have never done anything wrong, and don’t deserve getting awful fates!”

“What’s going on here?” Luisa asks, stepping over at the sound of commotion.

Xiomara points an accusing finger at the young woman. “You! How dare you just let this happen! You should have intervened. You are meant to be the protector of Encanto. Why wouldn’t you help these poor children?”

“I didn’t see anything wrong. Bruno gave these boys a vision because they asked,” she said. She glanced at the three boys in question. Bruno can see the exact moment something snaps in her. She stands, intimidating, at her full height, with muscles tense and eyes narrowed. “Poor children? Let me tell you, Señora Perez, these poor children need no help from my Tío screwing up their futures.”

“How dare you—”

“These three cut open Mirabel’s hand in some sick prank, and nobody has punished them for it. If they weren’t children, I’d kick them over the mountain for what they’ve done.”

It makes Xiomara shut up for a second.

Bruno is just gaping. He knew Mirabel had injured her hand, but he didn’t realise that was the work of three kids.

Xiomara has enough sense not to push Luisa’s protective older sister buttons. Though she quietly mutters, just loud enough for Bruno to hear, something about his youngest niece deserving that and much worse.

However, not enough sense to keep her mouth closed as she redirects the argument to Bruno.

“Looks like you bring out the worst in your own family, Bruno,” Xiomara said. “Can’t imagine why on God’s earth they welcomed you back into their lives - forcing us to put up with you and your curses as well. You should be ashamed of yourself and everything you’ve done to this town, and should’ve stayed in exile when you had the chance.”

“How dare you?”

“What—”

“Bruno is one of the friendliest and most inspiring adults I know, who has helped me grow in more ways than one. Which is more than I can say for these kids,” Luisa hissed, standing over the woman. “I can guarantee that if he was a parent he’d be doing a much better job than you - though I’ve seen mosquitos do better than you. Bruno only sees the future, he can’t change it. The only one who can do that is yourself. So if you have an issue with your vision, take a look in a mirror. And if you have a problem with him then you can get the hell out of our town.”

The woman stared up at Luisa with a beet-red face, completely speechless.

“Now, Señora Perez. Would you like some instructions on how to finish a roof or a recommendation for another builder? Because I and the rest of the Madrigals certainly won’t be doing anything else for you.”

The question was enough to make the woman give a huff and storm away with the boys, watching in varying levels of fear, shock and confusion.

The walk back to Casita was quiet.

Neither said a word.

Bruno was grateful for Luisa’s defence, even if she did take it a little too far. It reminds of when Pepa would do so when they were teenagers. He also knew well enough that there was plenty of others who had similar views to Xiomara, and no doubt Luisa did too. Simply yelling at one wouldn’t change the majority’s beliefs about him.

Luisa, on the other hand, knew she hadn’t kept control of her temper and would definitely find herself grounded for not doing work. Which was weird because she was usually grounded for doing too much work.

As much as she wanted to undo the renovation she had made to the Perez household, she knew it was better to stay with her Tío. Not only was it the right thing to do, but he looked like he needed and wanted her company right now. So she stayed put.

Even once they had reached Casita and had dinner with the others.

Bruno was about to excuse himself when Luisa pulled him back into his chair. He raised an eyebrow at her, but didn’t move.

“We… we usually have a game night on Fridays,” Luisa explained, nodding her head towards Isabela, Camilo and Antonio already arguing about who had the most wins. While Dolores was urging Mariano to go home before it got worse. “You’re welcome to join us, Tío. If you’d want, we won’t force you.”

Bruno blinked. Then tearing up a little, “I’d like that.”

Almost instantly, the chaotic trio stopped arguing and jumped into action. Isabela grabbed a stack of board games and a few packs of cards, sorting through them on the floor. Camilo bounced upstairs to find as many blankets and pillows as he could find. Antonio gathered his animal friends as cuddle companions, in case anyone wanted them. Dolores and Mariano opted to get some snacks and drinks from the kitchen.

Soon enough, the group were huddled together under a pillow fort, playing a game of Charades. Some of Bruno’s rats insisted they have a go.

That’s how, at three on a Saturday morning, they found themselves laughing and squabbling over Cluedo in a slight mess of sugar and pillows.

Readjusting to life could be exhausting for Bruno, but that didn’t mean it was without its good moments.

Family bonding was one of the things Bruno had missed the most during his ten year absence. Even the simplest things of playing games and accusing his nieces of blatant cheating was enough to bring a wide smile to his face.

Said good moments made it - dealing with people like Xiomara - all worth it.

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The Pool Scene - Blas Andrede, Brandon Welch, Calaia Jackson, Chris Valdez, CJ Wiley, Donnie Hennie, Greg Sparkman, Highway Sigadi, Jeffrey White, Jesus Sorto, Jimmy Arnold, Joe Martinez, Ramon Mendez, Robert Franco, Ruben Juarez, Vic Sorto - Lone Star Tour

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Wiley Becomes Dallas Open Champion on Poison Lone Star Tour

Former pro player, C.J. Wiley, captured the inaugural, Poison Lone Star Billiard Tour Dallas 9-Ball Open, overwhelming California’s Tim Larson in the final sets, 6-1, 6-1. Wiley, a former world-ranked, pro player faced off with hot-seat winner Larson, a Redding transplant, now calling Aubrey, Texas, “home”. With style and grace, a seasoned Wiley closed out the final sets, winning his first Poison Lone Star Billiards Tour title, in the final event of the 2017 season. “Thanks” to all the players who competed in this inaugural event, and who compete on the tour, year round.

CJ Wiley

The tour ended its ninth year in a blaze of glory, playing host to some of the best pool talent Texas has to offer. Attendance at this event boasted Robert Clark, Justin Whitehead, T.J. Davis, Forest Boyd, Daniel Herring, Danny Williams, and over 40 others, who competed for nearly $5,200 in cash, and the title “Dallas Open Champion”. The tour would like to extend its deepest thanks to its sponsors for another phenomenal year of pool.

Title Sponsor and Official Cue – Poison by Predator Cues www.PoisonBilliards.com

Official Balls – Cyclop Pool Balls

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This year, the tour hosted several “single division”, open 9-ball events, and added some new, host rooms, to their annual roster. CK Billiards and Sports Bar hosted its first Poison Lone Star Tour Event this year. The room featured quality equipment in a non-smoking environment, desirable amenities for most players.

Play ended early on Saturday evening and brought back the final twelve on Sunday. On day one, Wiley shot through Mitchell Owen, 6-2, Chris “Woody” Smith, 6-5, and Danny Williams, 6-2. Also on their way to the final four, Forest Boyd ousted Robert Franco, Jason Judd, 6-1, and Robert Clark, 6-4, while Tim Larson took down Carl Honey, 6-5, Chuck Adams, 6-4, and Eric Terry, 6-0. Justin Whitehead rounded out the final four on the winners’ side with wins over Albert Pedraza, 6-1, Brandon Welch, 6-1, Brian Humphrey, 6-4, and Daniel Herring, 6-4. On the one loss side, after losing his second match to Clark, 6-4, local champ, T.J. Davis won an incredible eight matches, which included wins over Blas Andrede, 6-1, Humphrey, 6-0, Judd, 6-3, and Williams, 6-2. Amos Bush made headway on the west side, eliminating Chris Valdez, 6-1, Noel Villalobos, 6-2, and Guerrero, 6-3, but was stopped by Clark, 6-4. West side action also witnessed Juan Parra oust Welch, 6-3, Juanito Gallegos, 6-2, and Gerardo Perez, 6-5, until meeting his fate with Eric Terry, 6-3. Rounding out the final four, Smith ended Scott Spiegel, 6-1, Olsen, 6-3, and Herring, 6-4. Back on the east side, Larson overcame Whitehead, 6-3, and Wiley bested Boyd, 6-1. What some deemed an upset, hot seat action witnessed Larson overpower Wiley, 6-1, while Davis continued his reign on the one loss side. Davis ended Clark, 6-5, and Whitehead, 6-3, while Smith dusted off Terry, 6-3, losing in turn to Boyd, 6-5. Davis went on to crush Boyd, 6-2, until his run was stopped short by Wiley, 6-2. Wiley earned his way back to Larson, and a shot at redemption. As the first set got underway, Larson expressed some frustration with his rolls, and Wiley capitalized. In a seemingly effortless way, Wiley cruised to a 6-1 win, both sets, to claim the Dallas Open title.

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Congratulations to Houston’s Brian Humphrey who took home a Poison VX Jump Cue, and a set of Cyclop Pool Balls, in the weekend raffle.

The tour would like to thank its 2017 venues for all of their continued support.

Bogies Billiards and Sports Bar, Houston, TX

Bogies West, Houston, TX

Skinny Bob’s Billiards, Round Rock, TX

Fat Racks Billiards and Sports Loung, San Antonio, TX

CK Billiards and Sports Bar, Dallas, TX

The 2018 schedule will be published at www.LoneStarBilliardsTour.com. Be on the lookout for information about our 10th Anniversary Event!

Payouts

1st C.J. Wiley $845/$980

2nd Tim Larson $530/$670

3rd T.J. Davis $390/$430

4th Forest Boyd $260/$230

5th-6th Chris Smith, Justin Whitehead $130/$120 ea

7th-8th Eric Terry, Robert Clark $90 ea

9th-12th Amos Bush, Danny Williams, Daniel Herring, Juan Parra $45 ea

13th-16th Jason Judd, Hector Guerrero, Gerardo Perez, Tim Olsen

17th-24th J.R. Rosenbaugh, Brian Humphrey, Chuck Adams, Noel Villalobos, James Terry, Juanito Gallegos, Carl Honey, Scott Spiegel

25th-32nd Eppie Madrigal, Brian Nguyen, Albert Pedraza, Mitchell Owen, Walt Anderson, Travis Arredondo, Bobby Diggs, David Lopez

33rd-47th Jesus Sorto, Highway Sigadi, Blas Andrede, Ramon Mendez, Jimmy Arnold, Chris Valdez, Joe Martinez, Greg Sparkman, Brandon Welch, Ruben Juarez, Jeffrey White, Vic Sorto, Donnie Hennie, Robert Franco, Calaia Jackson

#Blas Andrede #Brandon Welch #Calaia Jackson #Chris Valdez #CJ Wiley #Donnie Hennie #Greg Sparkman #Highway Sigadi #Jeffrey White #Jesus Sorto #Jimmy Arnold #Joe Martinez #Ramon Mendez #Robert Franco #Ruben Juarez #Vic Sorto

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