The Cabin is in tatters. Various hunting items strewn about. El Mariachi Muerte is on his hands and knees, searching.
♬ They call me The Seeker
I’ve been searching low and high… ♬
“When you search for something that is lost, they tell you to leave no stone left unturned.”
“I feel it calling me. Begging to be found, claimed by one worthy of holding it.”
“The Pick of Destiny. My destiny.”
“I’ve been searching low and high just to track it down.”
♬ I’ve looked under chairs
I’ve looked under tables
I’ve tried to find the key
To fifty million fables ♬
The Mariachi stands, holding his missing guitar pick aloft.
“I have searched, fought to claim what is mine.”
“Each song I have sung has paved a path through its melody. Each soul led to their demise through my song leading me to its presence.”
“The Pick of Destiny, now finally within my grasp.”
“But I haven’t felt like singing lately, at least not about death. Ever since Vida…”
Muerte pauses, voice trailing. In the silence, he hears the song of the pick calling out.
♬ It’s just the Pick!
Of Destiny, child,
More precious than a diamond on a platinum chain. ♬
“I have SUFFERED much to claim you, Pick of Destiny.”
“I have endured much PAIN.”
“I have been through Underworld and back on this path, trusting La Musica to resolve the unresolved notes of my shattered world.”
“My culture, my legacy… Mi amor.”
“I gave everything to save them, but at what cost?”
“When pain and suffering is overwhelming.”
“He took much from me, but it brought me to you.”
He brings the pick closer to his gaze, glimmering in its golden wonder.
“Some people say it’s GOOD to feel pain.”
“That it only makes you stronger.”
“But they’re liars.”
“What’s good is it to find my fucking guitar pick?”
“It doesn’t make the pain go away.”
“Finding you doesn’t make the pain good.”
“It doesn’t make what I’ve paid to be here any less painful.”
He lets the pick slip in between his fingertips where it feels natural. Bringing it to his guitar, he strums a chord which rings triumphant.
“Finding you doesn’t make the pain GOOD.”
“It makes the pain WORTH IT.”
“It makes everything I’ve been through notes upon a manuscript of a masterpiece.”
“The ebbs and flows. The rises and falls.”
“The pain and suffering.”
“All part of my song. All part of my destiny.”
“To claim you and hold you in my hand.”
♬ It’s the Pick!
Of Destiny, child,
You know we will be rockin’ cause it’s fucking insane! ♬
“You’ve been missing, Pick of Destiny.”
“In the clutches of those whose songs tell different stories.”
“Those unworthy to call you their own. Those that Hunted you, only to lose you. Those that stole you, unwillingly.”
“I’ve left no stone unturned to find you.”
“My destiny calls.”
“And I will not have you hunted away from my grasp again.”
“Can you hear the music play?”
“Destiny calls he who can hear the song.”