--Music--
Eyes closed, Miroku gently lifted his foot off the third pedal as thunderous applause came from the full audience. As he slowly opened his eyes, he took his fingers off the ivory keys and stood, pulling away from the grand piano. After solemnly taking a bow, he strode from the stage, back straight.
Behind the curtain an hour later, the tall young man was nearly hidden from view by the crowds of admirers flocking around him. Eager young girls with their arms full of flowers and gifts encircled him, chattering excitedly. Miroku just smiled, handing out compliment after compliment, using the confusion as an excuse to be a little too near some of the girls.
Suddenly, from behind Miroku a pair of arms slowly wound themselves around his waist. As a guilty look came over Miroku's face, Sango looked over his shoulder at his fans.
"I apologize, ladies- Miroku-san is occupied this evening. And tomorrow evening. And every evening after that. Sorry you wasted your time." She smiled coldly, and a chill swept over the room.