Chapter 13 – Delayed Miroku
May 3, 1986
That morning, Miroku woke up two hours early before his Saturday shift at the bookstore. He'd spoken to Tsubaki earlier who begrudgingly agreed to let him finish his shift at 2:30 pm rather than the normal 5:00 when the store closed for the evening. As usual the second he mentioned leaving early because of a girl, her tone of voice went hostile.
Miroku finished his pot of coffee and the frozen blueberry waffles he had in the toaster. Looking at the clock above the refrigerator, he saw that it was about time to leave so he grabbed his keys off the table and headed out towards the door. Time dwindled on at work, even though it was unusually slow for a Saturday, it seemed like the clock would never hit 2:30 PM. Sitting behind the counter with his headphones over his ears connected to the boombox on the desk and his sketchbook in his hand, Miroku patiently watched the clock above the doorway to the connected room behind the counter. His mind raced, anxiously anticipating attending prom with Sango at 7 PM. He continued listening to his radio and doodling in his sketchbook until finally, the clock hit the right time. Tsubaki emerged out of her office to take over for the excited young man.
"Looks like I'm off. See you on Tuesday, boss." Miroku chirped as he gathered his things from behind the counter.
"Not so fast, my pet." She interrupted. "I know I promised to let you go to that prom thing with this girl friend of yours but we have an assignment that just came in."
Miroku let out a groan. "Can't it wait until tomorrow when I'm off? I still need to get a tux and corsages, and take a shower."
"No, it can't." She replied in a blunt tone. "Mr Lee has been calling in nonstop since last Wednesday about a paranormal disturbance in his house. Apparently, its gotten very hostile towards him and attempted to stab his hand with a kitchen knife this morning. I need you to figure out what it is, and if its a demon, to exorcise and banish it from Mr. Lee's house."
"Fine. I'll go take care of it." Miroku groaned, knowing the whole reason for the job getting delayed for so long was because of his mandatory community service order from the judge.
"Here's the address." Tsubaki said, handing Miroku a piece of paper with the address to Mr. Lee's home. "Another thing, make sure you speak clearly. Mr. Lee is elderly and is hard of hearing."
About twelve minutes later, Miroku pulled up to the driveway of Mr. Lee's home just on the edge of Portillo Beach's westernmost subdivision: Pelican Cove. The house seemed normal on the outside at least, just a regular ranch-style house with a light brown brick exterior. Turning off the ignition, he got out of the Camaro. Miroku knocked on the door twice and instead of an elderly man answering the door, it was a girl about his age in a white, cropped UCSD t-shirt that showed off her perky C-cup breasts and her sun-tanned, toned, midriff. Her shoulder length black hair was permed and teased up to high heaven with curled bangs that framed her forehead. On the girl's shapely lower-half she wore a pair of black calf-length cropped leggings with hi-top sneakers. Her full, pouty, lips smacked as she chewed on gum, blowing a bubble then letting it pop. What a babe! Miroku thought to himself, gawking at the young woman.
"Can I help you?" She responded, leaning against the door frame.
"Hi, I'm Miroku. I'm here for the paranormal disturbance call from Mr. Lee. Is he in right now?"
"Oh, the ghost guy. Yah, sure. Gramps! The ghost guy is here!" She yelled.
"The what now?!" An elderly man's voice rang in from the kitchen of the house.
"The ghost guy!" The woman yelled again. "He'll be right out in a minute." She reassured Miroku.
Miroku waited around for a minute or so until he saw a little old Chinese man about seventy with a cane step into the light of the open doorway. "You must be Mr. Lee. I'm Miroku." Miroku introduced himself. "I was sent here by Tsubaki to take care of the entity."
"Oh right. follow me this way, young man." Mr. Lee said as he turned himself around. "Angela, be a dear and close the door for us." He addressed his granddaughter.
Once in the kitchen the atmosphere was definitely different than the outside of the house. The air felt heavy and stiff. There was no doubt about it, something occupied this house aside from Mr. Lee and his smoking hot granddaughter, Angela. It wasn't a human ghost, he could tell that right off the bat and he also didn't sense demonic energy or youki either. "Mind if I take a look around?" Miroku asked the old man.
"Sure. Is there anything you need us to do?" Mr. Lee responded.
"Not really, Just continue doing what you were doing before I got here. I'll only ask questions if I need to."
Miroku explored the house, inspecting the rest of the rooms of the house for any sign of activity or cursed objects that the entity could attach itself to. So far, it seemed like the only room that had any semblance of entity occupying it was the kitchen. He decided to circle back to the kitchen in hopes that whatever was there would reveal itself. Sure enough, whenever he made it to the kitchen, he noticed a wispy, hollow-eyed elemental entity hovering above the table. Its shape was more abstract than humanoid, as elementals often appeared. It was crying loudly as if something upset it. Miroku started to speak to the entity. Since it was an elemental, his job just became that much easier because he wouldn't have to exorcise it. He just needed to figure out what upset it in order to make it go away.
"Would you care to let me know what has upset you?" He asked the floating entity.
The elemental nodded, crying some more as it pointed its smoke-like appendage out the window at Mr. Lee's garden. Miroku stepped outside the side door in the kitchen as the elemental followed him. He carefully observed Mr. Lee's garden. Clearly, it had seen better days and was sadly neglected with rotting tomatoes and dead cabbages, carrots, and beets that had been ravaged by gophers all in bone-dry soil.
"Is this why you're upset? Because the garden is dying?" Miroku asked, holding some rotten leaves from a patch of bok-choy. The elemental nodded as if to say yes.
"I think I'm just about done here." Miroku muttered to himself as he went back inside the house. Mr. Lee and Angela were sitting at the kitchen table. "Well, what is it? What's the thing that's been tormenting my grandfather?" Angela asked.
"It's not a ghost." Miroku responded, taking a seat. "Nor is it a demon. Its an elemental spirit attached to this side of the house, more specifically this kitchen and the garden outside."
"What the heck is an elemental?"
Miroku brought his index finger to his lips. "How do I explain this. Elementals are like nature spirits, they've always been here and they really only make their presence known if something has made them angry, in this case, angry and sad."
"What made it so angry that it had to throw a knife at Gramps?"
"You see that garden out there?" Miroku responded, pointing to Mr. Lee's dead garden in the backyard.
"Yeah, what about it?"
"It's neglected and dying and the elemental doesn't like that. The disregard for nature upsets it."
"I see." Angela responded. "So, if the garden is revived and tended to regularly, then the elemental will go back from where it came from and will leave Gramps alone?"
"Precisely." Miroku responded. "Angela, would you mind giving me your number. I'll need to follow up in a few weeks just to make sure the issue is resolved."
"Sure." She responded, writing down her number on the notepad on the table. "But why my number?"
Miroku shot the girl his charming smile. "We may discuss it over dinner and I'd rather take a pretty girl like yourself out for Italian over an elderly man."
Angela's cheeks flushed pink as the warlock flirted with her. "That does make a little more sense I suppose." She responded, twirling her hair around her finger.
After explaining further to the Lee's that there was no need to banish the spirit, Miroku collected the payment for his services and went on his way. Glancing at the digital clock in his car, the warlock noticed that he'd just wasted nearly an entire hour and a half at Mr. Lee's and was running out of time to grab his tux and corsage before the menswear place got super packed. Miroku crossed his fingers hoping there weren't any other obnoxious detours that kept him from his goal. A sigh escaped his lips as he hit not one but three different red-lights since crossing the intersection. So much for wanting no more delays.
"Ok, Sango. You're all set!" Riley exclaimed, curling and setting the last strand of hair on Sango's head. The last three hours at Sango's house were spent getting ready, with Sango's nearly butt-length hair taking forever to curl, tease, and put up into a half ponytail in the back, secured with a large hair bow of the same magenta color as her dress. She couldn't remember the last time she used so much hairspray as the can of Aqua Net Riley used was nearly empty. Sango looked at herself in the mirror. Her makeup was a little bolder than usual, on account that she had on foundation, lipstick, and blush, but either way she felt cute in the satin, off-shoulder puff-sleeved dress. She wore a short white petticoat underneath the dress to maintain it's poof and sheer black pantyhose for modesty. A pair of pointy white kitten heels completed her outfit. As cute as she looked, she still felt like she didn't belong at the prom, at least not without a date. Riley and Amy assured her that they'd hang out with her the entire night despite the fact that they both had dates of their own. Most of the girls who attended St. Catherine's ended up taking students from St. Barnabas; An all boy's Catholic high school just a few miles away. For as long as the separate schools existed, they always held a co-ed prom between the two schools and it was usually held somewhere that matched the theme. This year's theme was 'Night in Atlantis' and the event would be held at an aquarium in downtown San Diego. Sango returned to the mirror, adjusting the bodice of her dress to where it stayed put. Annoyed at the fact that the top kept riding down to the point where it exposed too much cleavage for her liking, she secured the bodice with two strips of double-sided tape in hopes that it would stay put throughout the night. 'Maybe I should have sized up?' She thought to herself.
"Feeling nervous, Sango?" Riley asked, re-applying the deep red Dior lipstick that her grandma had gotten her for Christmas the previous year.
Sango nodded. "Yeah, a little bit. I'm really not looking forward to Miranda's comments about how Miroku stood me up. Even though you and I know that I lost the other ticket before I could ask him to go with me."
"Honestly Sango, why do you care so much about what Miranda thinks? Amy and I are your friends too and we'd never throw you under the bus like that."
"Thanks, Riley. I feel less like a third-wheel now." Sango smiled as she grabbed her evening clutch. "Let's have fun."
Anxious, Sango glanced at the clock radio on her side-table. She wished Amy and her date would hurry up so she could hurry up and get the event over with. Sango exhaled, shrugging her shoulders. At least she would get to ride in a limo for the first time since her cousin's wedding two years ago. She joined Riley in the living room along with Kohaku, who had his eyes glued to a virtual baseball video game, and could care less about his sister and her friend about to go out. The teen blushed when Riley gave him one of her usual smothering hugs. For some reason, Riley found Kohaku absolutely adorable and every time she visited, she always cooed over him, despite the fact that he wasn't a tiny eleven year old anymore and recently hit a growth spurt that made him taller than her. Normally, such a scenario would be ideal for a hormone-addled teenage boy, but because Sango often teased him about getting potentially suffocated by her friend's affectionate gestures, the entire ordeal usually ended in embarrassment for poor Kohaku.
Sango looked over her shoulder at Riley clinging onto her little brother. She rolled her eyes she saw that his face was still red as a tomato. "Here we go again." She muttered under her breath.
"You still seeing that one girl, Kohaku?" Riley asked, taking a seat on the arm of the couch .
"Alice? Yeah." Kohaku responded, trying to focus on his video game and less on the buxom redhead propped up against him on the arm of the couch. Nervously, he gulped, focusing his attention back on his video game.
"She's totally lucky, you're so cute I could just eat you up! How old are you now?"
"Fourteen." Kohaku replied, his voice cracking from nerves.
"Darn, still too young!" Riley shook her head. "Tell ya what, when you turn eighteen I'll give you something real nice."
"Uh-huh. Sure." the younger teen mumbled, trying to focus more on the game than the older girl teasing him. His body froze when she pressed her breasts against his arm to whisper in his ear.
"It'll be our little secret, kay?" she whispered, making Kohaku drop the controller out of his hands.
Sango couldn't help but giggle at her flustered brother. "You're gonna make him get a nosebleed, Ry."
"What, I just want to make sure he's old enough when I give him a special treat."
"Kohaku, you do know she means pot brownies right? Don't be a pervert." Sango spoke up as she looked out the window for any sign of the limo.
With a relieved sigh, Kohaku picked up the controller, last thing he needed was to let his mind wander at the thought of plowing his sister's cute friend for his eighteenth birthday. "I wasn't thinking that!"
"You're no fun, Sango. It was supposed to be a surprise!" Riley pouted.
Sango continued to stare out the window, still keeping an eye out for Amy and the limo. She wished her dad was around to see her off but that wasn't going to happen since he was out on patrol covering for another officer. At least she'd have pictures to show him when he got back. Sango posed with Riley in their formal attire as Kohaku snapped away pics. When Kohaku snapped away the last pic, Amy and her date pulled up in the limo. Before the polaroid could even develop, Sango headed off to the prom.
"Have fun out there, sis!" Kohaku yelled from the front door as the limo rode off.
Twenty minutes after Sango left with her friends, Miroku pulled into the driveway of Sango's house dressed to the nines in a black rental tuxedo. In his hand he held a corsage. He would've arrived to Sango's place a lot sooner but the line outside of the menswear store was insane due to multiple schools having prom on the same night. And to make matters worse, it took even more time for the employee to locate a tux in his size last minute, as the ones on the showroom floor were completely wiped out. Leaving his only option the tuxedo on the mannequin display with the waist size on the pants an inch and a half too big for him. Nothing that a belt couldn't fix though. Carefully, he knocked on the door, expecting Sango to answer. Instead, he got Kohaku who had just made a pan of jiffy pop on the stove. The teen's hands slipped, slick from the butter in the popcorn. As he turned the doorknob, Miroku could hear the sound of a woman shrieking with the sound of power tools coming from the TV. Kohaku stood in the doorway as his mouth crunched on popcorn.
"Oh, hey Miroku. If you're looking for my sister she already left."
"Crap, I'm too late then. Do you know where she went?"
Kohaku looked at the young man, puzzled. "Prom of course. Isn't that why you're dressed up?"
"I know that Kohaku, but can you tell me where her prom is?"
Kohaku put his thumb and index finger under his chin, thinking back to what Sango said earlier that night. "She mentioned something about the big aquarium in the city. Though, you better hurry because she left a while ago."
"Thanks, Kohaku." Miroku said, as he bolted for his car in the driveway.
"Don't mention...it." Kohaku trailed off, watching Miroku zoom out of the driveway. Shrugging his shoulders, he went back to his popcorn and slasher film.
Sango sat alone by the stingray tanks as the prom went on in the event hall of the aquarium just across the way. She was right, the night had been a total bust and she'd only been there for an hour at the most. Thankfully, Miranda and her date were fashionably late and didn't care to see her leave for the aquarium across the way from the loud music of the event hall. She didn't blame Riley and Amy for wanting to enjoy the party. After all they had dates and she didn't so it was only fair. Sure, she could have danced with a single boy from St. Barnabas but she felt that it was best if she just left the party altogether, at least until the limo came back. Sango peered into the stingray tank again, at least the schools picked an interesting venue. Her hands fidgeted with her party favor; A champagne glass filled with a transparent aqua jelly candle with plastic fish suspended in it. She put the glass back in the gift bag when Riley came into the stingray exhibit.
"Hey, they're about to announce prom queen and king. You better hurry if you want a good spot." She said.
Sango shrugged her shoulders. "All right, I'll go back in."
"Don't be so glum, this is our last big party after all." Riley chirped, nudging Sango in the arm.
The two girls stood in front of the stage as the Mother Superior and Father Marley, the priest at St. Barnabas made the announcement. Sango let out a huge sigh of relief when it was revealed that Miranda was crowned as queen and not her. As for the king, that title went to St. Barnabas' football team quarterback, Robbie Fisher. Sango watched as the two shared the spotlight dance while Miranda's on-again-off-again boyfriend and rival QB from Buchanan High, Steve Spencer, shot Robbie death-glares while he danced with Miranda. After clapping for the two, Sango walked outside to catch some fresh air with Riley. They joined Riley's date and boyfriend David Wilkerson, on the steps. He was busy smoking a cigarette that he had hidden in the open jacket of his tuxedo. A tinge of envy swept over Sango as she observed her friend and her date cuddle up to one another. Sure, David wasn't anywhere near as attractive as Miroku, especially not with that ridiculous haircut that made it look like he had a fight with an electric razor, but she couldn't help but feel slightly jealous.
The feeling of being a third-wheel crept in Sango's mind yet again as she rested her hands on her knuckles, staring off into the distance of the city scape around her. Moments later, A black Camaro parked in one of the empty parking spaces. Somehow, she knew that car so she walked closer to the parking lot. It was then that Sango froze when Miroku stepped out of the car. What on earth was he even doing here? Riley and David stopped talking for a minute to see what was going on in front of them.
"Sorry I'm late, Sango." Miroku apologized. His eyes skimmed up and down her body. She looked absolutely stunning that evening. His fantasy didn't do her justice at all. Miroku felt like pinching himself. If a mere prom dress and big hair could turn Sango from a total babe to a complete knockout, he would be in deep regret if he didn't make her his.
Sango looked at him, confused as to what he was doing outside the prom venue. "Miroku, what are you doing here?"
Miroku pulled the ticket out from his wallet. "You left this on my bedroom floor so I figured I'd return it."
Sango's eyes narrowed. The liar. While she was happy that he came, she was a little peeved that he expected to waltz in the building like a reverse Cinderella without her even asking him to go with her in the first place. "That doesn't explain why you're dressed up."
Miroku raised an eyebrow at her statement. "Honestly, Sango. How else would you expect me to go through the door without adhering to the dress code?"
"I guess you do have a point there."
"Now that I'm here; Would the lady care to escort me in?" Miroku asked, extending his hand out to Sango.
Instead of taking his hand, Sango opened the passenger door of the Camaro, and buckled herself in. "Actually, I have a better idea. Let's ditch this place and go to the beach instead."
Miroku tossed the corsage behind him. The flowers landed on the parking lot with a soft pat. A wide grin spread across his face. "Now you're speaking my language."
Sango waved goodbye to Riley on the steps as the Camaro drove out of the parking lot. "Hey, Riley! Tell Amy not to wait up." she yelled.
"Where are you going, Sango? We're supposed to meet at the beach house after Miranda gets done with the final dance!" Riley yelled in return.
"I have other plans! I'll see you at school on Monday."
"Beach house?" Miroku responded, not knowing a thing about the after-party that Sango was to attend prior.
"Yeah, some of my classmates rented a beach house. Robbie and the boys from St. Barnabas are going to bring a keg. Total makeout party and all."
"And you don't want to go?" Miroku asked, puzzled that she'd want to miss the chance to party with her friends.
Sango paused as she clutched her arm. "Honestly, I'd rather spend time with you. Alone. If that's okay."
Miroku's eyes widened. Did that mean she wanted to? Before finishing his trail of thought, he cut himself off. "Of course, that's always a good option too." He responded, heading out of the parking lot and on the freeway.
As Miroku turned on the freeway, he couldn't help think that maybe Sango wanted to be away from her friends because she was afraid of his lecherous reputation rather than something more intimate like he initially thought. It had only been a short while since his own high school days and there were certainly people at the party who would recognize him, given that Buchanan high's prom happened to be on the same night according to Andy. If that was the case, it kind of stung that she didn't trust him around other women. As far as he was concerned, he and Sango weren't officially a couple so anything was fair game at this point. However, he wasn't going to miss this opportunity to have her to himself either.
"Something wrong, Miroku?" Sango asked, noticing that he was deep in thought, and something told her it wasn't about the traffic in front of them.
"It's nothing." He replied. "We'll be at the beach in about fifteen minutes."
Moonlight peeked through the clouds as Miroku pulled up in an empty spot on the sandbank of the beach, far away from the lights of the party house. After unbuckling her seatbelt, Sango leaned over to take her heels, nylons, and petticoat off. The shoes weren't exactly practical to walk around in sand with.
"Don't even think about watching me undress, Miroku!" She commanded, lifting her skirt to slide the petticoat down her hips, followed by the pantyhose. Though, he tried to avoid peeping on her stripping down to her skivvies, Sango neglected to take in account the passenger side mirror behind her, giving Miroku a full view of the white hi-cut satin panties covering her butt.
Miroku bit his thumb as he ogled his prom date through the lens of the mirror. If only she'd take the panties off for him. It wouldn't be his first time doing a girl in his car on prom night if Sango was willing to go that far. His mind in full-on pervert mode imagined himself making love to her in the passenger seat. He then snapped out of his delusion. It's Sango, of course she's not going to want to go all the way like that without going steady first.
Focusing his attention elsewhere, Miroku dug in the trunk of his car for something they could sit on. He eventually found a semi-clean beach towel at the bottom. He couldn't recall how long it'd been sitting in his trunk but he figured it'd be better to sit on it than on the damp ground, given that he had until noon the next day to return the tux to the rental place. Sango stretched her legs on the towel.
"Hey Miroku, can I ask you a question?"
"What's on your mind?" he responded.
"Why did you come tonight?"
Miroku looked at Sango, dumbfounded as to what she just asked. "Because you're my friend, Sango and I didn't want you to be alone."
"Are you sure there's not an ulterior motive?"
"Ulterior motive?"
Sango moved closer to Miroku. Her eyes narrowed as she began to interrogate him. "Yes, like you didn't plan on using me to get to other women. Or worse, my friends."
Miroku laughed. "I think the answer is obvious, otherwise I wouldn't be here with you. For someone so smart, that was a very dumb question, Sango."
Sango frowned. He wasn't taking her seriously at all. "I'm serious Miroku."
Miroku's carefree smile hardened into a scowl. "No. I don't intend on getting intimate with any of your classmates or friends."
Sango shook her head in disbelief. "And how do I know you're not lying, Miroku? I wasn't born yesterday. I've heard about your track record with other women. They say that you're a sleaze who doesn't give a crap about anyone but himself."
Miroku sighed. His hunch was right all along, this was in fact, a setup. Sango wanted him alone so she could give him the third degree about his checkered past when it came to women. Either way, there was no getting around it he had to come clean to Sango about his lechery.
"Sango, there's no point in lying to you." He started. "Yes, I have been with many women but believe me when I say that I didn't feel anything afterwards."
"Liar." Sango muttered under her breath. "Sex is emotionless for you? I find that hard to believe."
Miroku spoke a half-truth. While he had crushes before, they were usually fleeting. Due to his lecherous nature, the women he'd infatuate himself with often dumped him in disastrous ways, either because of his wandering hands or like in most cases, his wandering eyes. Honestly, it floored him that a babe like Sango managed to stay, and actually wanted to stay in his vicinity this long.
"I never said it was emotionless, Sango. Plenty of emotions go through me when I'm in the mood but not the one that matters most."
A faint blush appeared on Sango's cheeks when Miroku clasped his hand over hers. "Go on." She prodded.
"This may sound far-fetched." Miroku continued. Especially coming from me of all people but I'm new to this whole 'love' thing too. I've been in lust more times than I can count, but love? There was only one girl who I can truly say that I loved."
"What happened to her?"
"She moved away before I could tell her how I really felt and I haven't heard from her since."
Miroku shrugged his shoulders. "No use dwelling on it though, what's in the past is in the past. We can only go forward in life after all. At least that's how I see it."
"And what will you do when you find yourself in love again?"
"That, I don't know yet. But when I do, I hope to be the one to to say 'I love you' first." Miroku's eyes locked on Sango, his calm yet soulful gaze pierced her like a dagger. Any longer and she could swear that sparkles would form around his face.
Miroku leaned in closer to her, causing Sango to feel her body tense up. Anxiously, her heart began to thump in her chest. With his free hand, Miroku brushed his fingertips against her cheek. Was he really about to kiss her? Oh god, what if he used his tongue? Sango felt heart beat even faster in anticipation as she braced herself with her lips slightly puckered. It was then she felt it: Contact, but not where she expected. Instead of her lips, he kissed her cheek.
"What was that for?" Sango asked, somewhat disappointed that he didn't kiss her where she wanted him to.
Taking his hand off hers, Miroku leaned slightly back. Casually, he crossed his legs on the towel. "I didn't want to break tradition. It is your prom night after all."
"Besides, Sango, you're far too beautiful to go home without a kiss."
In that moment, Sango could feel her heart melt again the second he called her beautiful. Under the moonlight of the quiet, serene beach she couldn't help to feel like she was falling for Miroku even more. Wistfully, her gaze met his for way longer than intended. Feeling bashful, she averted her eyes to the ground when the mood shifted from romantic to awkward. "Its getting pretty late you know." She said, tucking her knees into her chest.
"We should probably get going then. I imagine your dad will be home soon and the last thing he'd want to see is you with me." Miroku rose from the beach towel, taking hold of Sango's hand to help her up as well.
Sango nodded. "I agree." She bent down to fold up the beach towel, unaware of Miroku ogling her backside as she hovered over the towel. She didn't have the petticoat under her dress anymore so he could see the curvature of her fantastic derriere under the thin fabric of the dress. Stealthily, he placed his hand on her butt, rubbing in slow but gentle circles. Upon realizing what Miroku was doing to her backside, Sango shot up like an arrow, her face flustered with an even brighter shade of red. And before he could register it, she gave him a hard slap to the face that felt like it would knock the wind out of him if he was any lighter.
"CAN YOU STOP ACTING LIKE A PERVERT FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE?!" She yelled with her face scrunched up in the most adorable scowl he'd ever seen.
Miroku rubbed the hand-shaped slap mark on his face. Even though Sango's slaps were painful as hell, it was a pain that he found himself growing quite fond of.
80s Mix Tape: Track 13
Night Ranger – Sister Christian