They were all set for their first performance. Out of the whole group, Kagome was the most nervous. Tonight they were playing at a popular teen hangout called The Crazy 8. Sango, Miroku and Shippo had just arrived and they looked great. Sango was wearing a white miniskirt, silver lace up high heels, and a baby blue tube top. She had French-braided her hair halfway down and the rest was curly. Miroku was wearing a tightfitting black muscle shirt *try not to drool ladies* and khaki shorts with sneakers. He also had sunglasses on top of his head, which Sango teased him for. "You...look...like...a...complete..child!" she said between giggles. "Oh, yeah?!" he retorted. "Well then have a taste of my torso tickler!" He lunged at Sango before she could react and began tickling her until she started screaming. "Mercy! I give! You win!" she exclaimed while gasping for air. Miroku put his hand up. "One point Miroku; Sango zip." he said with a chuckle and a wink which made Sango turn a light shade of crimson.
Meanwhile Shippo, who had just finished parking the car, was admiring Sango. "Oh fair lady! Your beauty blinds my young eyes!" exclaimed Shippo, way to dramatically with his mouth wide open as he rubbed his eyes. Kagome giggled, then pulled Sango aside. "I have to go change into my outfit cause I didn't have time at the house. Can you come with me?" whispered Kagome, who was slightly pink with embarrassment. Sango nodded and told the others to start setting up. They said they would, but had secretly crossed their fingers behind their back.
Once in the bathroom, Kagome showed Sango her outfit. "Wow! Kagome that's really cool! You're gonna look great!" said an excited Sango. Kagome had brought a silver, shimmering halter top that was backless and a pair of faded blue hiphugger capris. To top it all off, she had brought a pair of ankle boots that had chains dangling on either side. When she came out of the stall, Sango gasped. "Okay hair and make-up time!" After Sango fluffed and poofed her for what felt like the hundredth time she stepped back and admired her work. Kagome's hair was put up in a messy bun and she was wearing bright blue eyeliner and white eyeshadow. "Perfect! You ready to knock 'em dead?" asked an anxious Sango. "You bet'cha!" replied Kagome. "Let's do it!" they shouted in unison as they high-fived and bumped hips with each other. *I do this with my friends... Lol* Laughing and talking excitedly as they walked out of the bathroom, they headed off to find Miroku and Shippo.
Meanwhile, a boy of about 18 named Inuyasha, had pulled up in front of a club. 'Hmm... This place is certainly different. Looks like a good spot to hang out...' Suddenly he spotted a sign that read: Performing Tonight- The Demonic Angels! "Interesting..." he mused. "Well, since I'm here I might as well check it out." He parked his red Corvette and walked inside. 'This is quaint. Well at least it seems like there's lots of people my age here...' Then his eyes fell on her. *Kagome* She was helping move instruments backstage. "Hey, Sango! Is that everything?" she hollered to her friend. "Yeah! All except for my keyboard. Damn Miroku and Shippo! I trusted them to at least START unloading! Can you give me a hand?" she had to strain her voice over the music. "Sure!" said a slightly out of breath Kagome.
In the meantime, Miroku and Shippo, who had snuck off, were grabbing a bite to eat. "Man I'm starving!" whined Shippo. "Yeah, me too. But would you stop whining cause you're bugging the hell out of me!" said an exasperated Miroku. "Hey, waitress! Can we get a basket of fries and two chocolate milkshakes, please?" Miroku called to a middle-aged looking woman. "Sure. That's gonna come to a total of... $4.79." Shippo pulled out his wallet. "It's on me this time. Next time it's your treat." "Thanks, I think." said Miroku. 'Knowing Shippo, he'll probably rack up twenty bucks on the next bill.' Just then, Sango walked up and sat opposite of Miroku and Shippo. "What the Hell do you two think you are doing?!" she screamed, glaring daggers at them both. Miroku and Shippo exchanged guilty looks and were about to apologize when they heard a low rumbling. They looked at Sango and saw her blush, then burst out laughing. Sango was infuriated. "It's not funny you damned idiots! While you two were stuffing your faces, me and Kagome were going hungry because we were unloading the instruments that YOU were supposed to be taking care of!" At this point, both boys had ducked below the table and were staring timidly at Sango, whose face was red with frustration. 'Man I've never seen Sango so mad! I didn't know she could be so scary!' thought Miroku.
After Sango had calmed down, Miroku apologized and offered to buy her a smoothie, which he knows she loves. She forgave him and then started to giggle uncontrollably. "I've...never...seen...you two...look...so... scared! Hahahahaha!" At this point she rolling in her seat with laughter. Miroku and Shippo exchanged looks and then both broke out laughing, after realizing how foolish they must have looked. A few minutes later, after the laughter had subsided, Miroku asked,"Hey, Sango where's Kagome?" "Oh she just stepped outside for a few minutes. She's kind of nervous what with it being our first public performance you know? Not to mention, we just finished setting everything up without ANY help!" Miroku saw her getting angry and then thought of an idea. "Sango, I wish the best of luck tonight." Sango looked up, slightly surprised, at Miroku. "Thanks..." Then she noticed his outstretched hand. She eyed him suspiciously. He noticed this and said, "Just a friendly good luck handshake, Sango." She hesitated for a moment, wondering if he would try anything, then sighed and stretched out her own hand to meet his. Only it wasn't there. Suddenly she realized in horror at where his hand had landed: on her breast. *SMACK* "You goddamned pervert!" screamed an outraged Sango as she stormed of to find Kagome.
Meanwhile Shippo, who had just finished parking the car, was admiring Sango. "Oh fair lady! Your beauty blinds my young eyes!" exclaimed Shippo, way to dramatically with his mouth wide open as he rubbed his eyes. Kagome giggled, then pulled Sango aside. "I have to go change into my outfit cause I didn't have time at the house. Can you come with me?" whispered Kagome, who was slightly pink with embarrassment. Sango nodded and told the others to start setting up. They said they would, but had secretly crossed their fingers behind their back.
Once in the bathroom, Kagome showed Sango her outfit. "Wow! Kagome that's really cool! You're gonna look great!" said an excited Sango. Kagome had brought a silver, shimmering halter top that was backless and a pair of faded blue hiphugger capris. To top it all off, she had brought a pair of ankle boots that had chains dangling on either side. When she came out of the stall, Sango gasped. "Okay hair and make-up time!" After Sango fluffed and poofed her for what felt like the hundredth time she stepped back and admired her work. Kagome's hair was put up in a messy bun and she was wearing bright blue eyeliner and white eyeshadow. "Perfect! You ready to knock 'em dead?" asked an anxious Sango. "You bet'cha!" replied Kagome. "Let's do it!" they shouted in unison as they high-fived and bumped hips with each other. *I do this with my friends... Lol* Laughing and talking excitedly as they walked out of the bathroom, they headed off to find Miroku and Shippo.
Meanwhile, a boy of about 18 named Inuyasha, had pulled up in front of a club. 'Hmm... This place is certainly different. Looks like a good spot to hang out...' Suddenly he spotted a sign that read: Performing Tonight- The Demonic Angels! "Interesting..." he mused. "Well, since I'm here I might as well check it out." He parked his red Corvette and walked inside. 'This is quaint. Well at least it seems like there's lots of people my age here...' Then his eyes fell on her. *Kagome* She was helping move instruments backstage. "Hey, Sango! Is that everything?" she hollered to her friend. "Yeah! All except for my keyboard. Damn Miroku and Shippo! I trusted them to at least START unloading! Can you give me a hand?" she had to strain her voice over the music. "Sure!" said a slightly out of breath Kagome.
In the meantime, Miroku and Shippo, who had snuck off, were grabbing a bite to eat. "Man I'm starving!" whined Shippo. "Yeah, me too. But would you stop whining cause you're bugging the hell out of me!" said an exasperated Miroku. "Hey, waitress! Can we get a basket of fries and two chocolate milkshakes, please?" Miroku called to a middle-aged looking woman. "Sure. That's gonna come to a total of... $4.79." Shippo pulled out his wallet. "It's on me this time. Next time it's your treat." "Thanks, I think." said Miroku. 'Knowing Shippo, he'll probably rack up twenty bucks on the next bill.' Just then, Sango walked up and sat opposite of Miroku and Shippo. "What the Hell do you two think you are doing?!" she screamed, glaring daggers at them both. Miroku and Shippo exchanged guilty looks and were about to apologize when they heard a low rumbling. They looked at Sango and saw her blush, then burst out laughing. Sango was infuriated. "It's not funny you damned idiots! While you two were stuffing your faces, me and Kagome were going hungry because we were unloading the instruments that YOU were supposed to be taking care of!" At this point, both boys had ducked below the table and were staring timidly at Sango, whose face was red with frustration. 'Man I've never seen Sango so mad! I didn't know she could be so scary!' thought Miroku.
After Sango had calmed down, Miroku apologized and offered to buy her a smoothie, which he knows she loves. She forgave him and then started to giggle uncontrollably. "I've...never...seen...you two...look...so... scared! Hahahahaha!" At this point she rolling in her seat with laughter. Miroku and Shippo exchanged looks and then both broke out laughing, after realizing how foolish they must have looked. A few minutes later, after the laughter had subsided, Miroku asked,"Hey, Sango where's Kagome?" "Oh she just stepped outside for a few minutes. She's kind of nervous what with it being our first public performance you know? Not to mention, we just finished setting everything up without ANY help!" Miroku saw her getting angry and then thought of an idea. "Sango, I wish the best of luck tonight." Sango looked up, slightly surprised, at Miroku. "Thanks..." Then she noticed his outstretched hand. She eyed him suspiciously. He noticed this and said, "Just a friendly good luck handshake, Sango." She hesitated for a moment, wondering if he would try anything, then sighed and stretched out her own hand to meet his. Only it wasn't there. Suddenly she realized in horror at where his hand had landed: on her breast. *SMACK* "You goddamned pervert!" screamed an outraged Sango as she stormed of to find Kagome.