As the various foreign delegations began to make their way to the restaurant, Mikaela quickly slipped away from the Derectan, Spanish and Gallic dignitaries and waited in the main square, admiring all the military men who had congregated after the military parade. Mikaela carefully studied the scene before her, looking for the most physically fit and handsome soldier. Her eyes lit up as she noticed a gorgeous member of the Spanish Legion (the particular unit of the Spanish Army she was most interested in), who was especially devilish and physically-built. Mikaela decided to call her shot and slowly began strutting her way over to him and his group of comrades. Mikalea carefully played with her hair as she descended the stairs, gazing at the man, who noticed her stare. They locked eyes. Mikaela felt flutters in her chest and she felt like she was walking on air. Suddenly, Mikaela felt herself falling face-forward down the low steps. She had somehow tripped while descending in her high-heels. Mikaela felt a wave of embarrassment come over her. She remained immobile on the ground and was barely able to catch a glimpse of the handsome soldier and all his comrades looking at her with bewilderment and laughter.
The handsome soldier then frowned and quickly jogged over to Mikaela, offering his hand to her. Mikaela grabbed his hand as the soldier hoisted her up back onto her feet. "Hola, señorita” the soldier said grinning, in an attempt to both contain his laughter and to appear sympathetic.
"Sorry, I don't speak whatever Shawn Mendes language they speak here in Spain," Mikaela admittedly plainly, as she stood back up. Mikaela’s face was turned bright red in uncontained embarrassment.
The soldier laughed. "I said, hi, miss. I hope you didn't fall too hard," the soldier jested in a very thick Spanish accent.
Mikaela blinked. She couldn't understand the soldier's immensely thick accent. "I'm sorry, I don't speak... er... is this Portuguese? No. Is it French they speak here? No, Italian. Right. Italian?"
The soldier scoffed in bemusement. "It's Spanish, miss."
Mikaela still couldn't understand him, and she instead just smiled and nodded. Mikaela then extended her hand, which the solider had earlier used to pick her back up. "My name is Mikaela Kligenberg. Lovely to meet you! Do you speak English?"
The solider scoffed again and then smiled. He then shook Mikaela's hand. “I am Capitán Fernandez-Velasquez. Juan-Bernardo Fernandez-Velasquez. Pleasure to meet you."
Mikaela understood the general gist of what Captain Fernandez-Velasquez was saying and nodded in excitement. "Great to meet you! Your impression of a Duxburian accent is quite good."
Mikaela then grabbed Captain Fernandez-Velasquez by his muscular shoulder. "I must say, that was a lovely parade. I got a great view of it while I was with the Queen of Spain. Yes, Queen Sofía and I are the loveliest of friends! There is a reception happening at a nearby restaurant with all the foreign dignitaries that came to witness today's festivities. Would you care to join me?"
Captain Fernandez-Velasquez nodded in agreement and Mikaela couldn't help but squeal out loud.
Mikaela Kligenberg and Capitán Juan-Bernardo Fernandez-Velasquez enter the restaurant.
As Mikaela and her Capitán enter the restaurant, Mikaela quickly noticed that the Spanish version of Booty by JLO was playing. Mikaela's eyes swelled with tears and she just about burst into a crying fit. Could this day get any worse? First, she fell down the stairs and embarrassed herself in front of her potential beaux, and now she has to come face-to-face with the song that forever haunts her.
Mikaela scanned the restaurant and saw Irene. "Irene! I'm glad she could make it", Mikaela thought to herself in excitement, before washing over with embarrassment again. Mikaela then retreated into the arms of Captain Fernandez-Velasquez. She was trying her hardest to remain calm until Irene finished singing and dancing to the song. Once the song was over, Mikaela quickly scurried over to Irene and embraced her. "I'm glad you got my voice mail!"
She was most pleased with the fact that she was friends with Irene, who, like Mikaela, was not afraid to make a fool of herself. Despite that Irene physically assaulted Mikaela during their first meeting together in Red Croatia, Mikaela bore no grudges against her. Mikaela was incapable of holding ill feelings towards anyone, and she did not have a single mean bone in her body. Mikaela wanted to be friends with everyone, and while her lack of intelligence often accidentally made enemies of the likes of people like Prince Tommy of Icholasen, the truth was that Mikaela was a total people-pleaser who could not even harm a fly even if she tried. Despite this, there was one person she could not confront her feelings for... and that was JLo.
After Mikaela's Call My Name tour, she was one of the - if not the biggest - pop star in Europe. Mikaela had reached success everywhere, except among one demographic: Spanish speakers. Spanish speakers were the one market of consumers Mikaela could never crack. To remedy this plan, Mikaela planned on releasing a song she co-wrote with Pitbull and Cory Rooney. This song was called Booty, and there was a Spanish version which she intended to debut as well. However, Mikaela's foray into Spanish music suddenly collapsed when Corey Rooney and Pitbull ended up giving the song to JLo behind Mikaela's back, who then released the single before Mikaela was able to put her voice to the track. Mikaela was crushed. She hated Booty and she felt hurt by JLo (despite the real betrayal coming from Cory and Pitbull).
Mikaela eventually pulled away from Irene’s embrace. “I can’t believe you got here before I did. I didn’t think you’d make it. Well, happy Penelope Cruz’s birthday! I can’t wait for our party at Ibiza later. But girl, when I say JLo was not invited… I mean she was not invited. Not even via musical notes. It’s a big booty bitches party, and JLo is not one of those bitches.”
Mikaela quickly spun around and grabbed Captain Fernandez-Velasquez by one of his triceps and pushed him towards Irene. Mikaela then lent forward to Irene and spoke to her in a slightly hushed tone.
“I would like you to meet Captain… er… Captain Jose-Bono Fernananana-V something” Mikaela said with her eyes glowing. “Isn’t he handsome? Don’t worry, we can talk candidly in front of him. He doesn’t speak a word of English.”
Captain Fernandez-Velasquez shook his head and laughed.
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