Bruno nodded. "Still, she usually was able to pretend she was fine. She didn't have magic, but she had a loving family and a beautiful home; that should be enough. Right?"

"Except it wasn't; not really. Then eventually it came time for her little cousin, Antonio, to get his gift. He loved her dearly, and wished he could give Mirabel his door. And she loved him too, assuring him that it was alright."

"But later that night, as her family celebrated little Antonio's new gift, Mirabel couldn't hide how she felt any longer." There it was Bruno who inserted a song. He'd heard Mirabel; how could he not? And while he couldn't quite hit the notes that she could, he thought he got the emotions across at least.

"Now rather than ruin her little cousin's big night, she'd left the party and wandered off alone. But that was when she saw it. There, proudly displayed on the windowsill of the largest house in the village was the magical, ever-burning candle that was the source of the Encanto's magic. Suddenly, she saw that candle began to flicker, while cracks appeared spreading all over the streets and the walls of nearby buildings!"

"Naturally, Mirabel was scared. She ran back to the party to tell her family what happened to try and warn everyone that their magic was in danger."

He gestured to Nell, letting her take it from there. He wondered how the story would change with her telling it.