After classes all students were supposed to go to the Theatre. Where the performances were held.  Everyone did great, especially Elsa and Rapunzel singing.

   Since Ash and I weren't able to audition we now had to fight a bull.... for real.

     La Muerte was able to make me a nice dress, made of sugary sweets, just like her. But Ash on the other hand wore a Spanish tux.(Imagine Manolo's clothes)

      "You know how to do this right? "I asked, being handed my Capa

    Ash hesitated, "No...not really." 

   I smirked, he doesn't know what he's in for. We both walked onto the arena, there the group of students sat at the top row, anticipated to watch.

       On Ash's back were two swords, to finish the bull off. Why do we have to kill the bull? The reason, I don't know.

      "Welcome to the Final Round." Pitch spoke from the platform, next to La Muerte and Candlemaker.

    "Here your challenge is to finish off every bull your family's ever fought." Pitch explained. My eyes widened, he never said that!!!

     "How many is that? "Ash asked, a worried expression on his face. "Thousands." I spoke, just like the Sanchez's, my family came from a long line of bull fighters.

      Ash cringed, this was not going to be easy. "Let the Final Round Begin!!! "

     Around the circular arena the doors opened, each revealing the skeletons of every bull my family faught.  "Beinga Torro Beinga!!! " I taunted, waving my Capa.

      I managed to dodged most of the bulls,gracefully and athletically. Ash however was having trouble. 

     "Yu have to taunt the bulls to go to you. "I shouted through the stampedes, even though I was next to him."Then, at the very last second, dodge until they fall to the ground." Ash's eyes widened, understanding.

      We managed to dodge them just fine until Ash was sent to the ground, Pikachu was held back from the arena by La Muerte.

         As soon as I saw my chance I backflipped behind the bull and next to Ash. He was fine, probably bruised, but fine."C'mon, if you stay still you'll get trampled like a man in The Running Of The Bull!! " I shouted, not paying attention to what's around us.

       All of the bulls started going to the end of the arena, clouds of dust and bones flew through the air. When they cleared a giant bull was standing in the center of the arena.

  "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?! " I shouted at Pitch.

   "MAN THIS IS A WHOLE LOT OF BULL!!! " Candlemaker complained.

      "Ash....what's that saying you have? "I finally ask.

   "Don't give up till it's over."

    "Well....it's about time we listen to it." As if on cue, flames bursted out of the ground, creating a giant circle around us and the bull.

         Out of the corner of my eye I saw Pitch, a pleased look on his face.

       "ROOAAARRR!!!! " The bull roared, sending us flying far away from the ring. When Ash hit the ground he was  knocked out cold.

    "Ash!! " I shouted his name, shaking him. He didn't wake up, over my shoulder the giant bull started to advance. Not far from us was one of the swords in the ground and (I don't know how it got there) somehow a guitar.

       Now I had a descision to make, to finish this bull off, or to play the guitar one last time... I reached for the sword, but when I saw my reflection peering back at me, I hesitated.

        Finally I grabbed the guitar, and walked infront of Ash. When I started strucking chords the bull roared again, sending me flying to the ground again. I'm not giving up...

          After I grabbed my guitar I walked infront of Ash and started playing all over again.

    "Torro I am humble, for tonight I understand.

     Your royal blood was never meant to decorate the sand.

    You've suffered great injustice so have thousands before you.

    I offer an apology and one long over do."

   As I sang the bull ran up to me. Finally stopped sliding inches from my face. But I didn't budge...

      "I am sorry. Torro I am sorry.

    Hear my song, I know I speak the truth

    And though we were bred to fight. I reach for kindness

   In your heart tonight.

   And if you can forgive and if you can forgive

    Love can truly live.

  And if you can forgive and if you can forgive

   Lobe can truly live"

    The bull became calm, and layed down on it's stomach. I let go of the guitar's strings and watched as the bull turned into thousands of marigold petals.

    We did it.