Golden hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, Mokuren gazed longlingly at the stage through amber colored eyes. She was wearing a simple pale blue t-shirt and a dark brown knee length skirt. The woman wanted desperately to go up to the stage and sing her heart out, but she knew the result of that would be disastrous. Still, she could feel the urgings of the few house plants that adorned the corners of the room. "Please sing for us!" they called and she could only think I'm sorry. If I do that...I'll cause trouble for everyone.

How nice it would be if she could though...