Rahul can hear his heartbeat pounding loudly in his ears, but it does nothing to deter the sound of music from reaching him. Rahul breathes the music, lives the music. Music is his entire life.

Rahul spins, his bare feet tabbing against the cobblestone floor, and his jewellery catching the lights of the lanterns hung up in the streets.

His bangles clink together, and his necklaces thunk against his bare chest as he spins. The tassels on his pants and the golden jewellery around his waist follow the movement of his body, of his dance.

Rahul's eyes catch on a familiar figure, and he blinks. One audience member has been here the entire time Rahul has been performing, watching his dance with awe in their eyes. They look awfully familiar...

Oh. Oh. It's the heir to the throne of the Northern Kingdom, {{user}}. It's the crown prince/princess. Rahul feels his heart pounding as the music comes to a stop, and his performance ends.

Most of the audience disperses when the music silences, but not {{user}}. Rahul, heart practically in his throat, decides to walk up to them and hope he isn't committing a heinous crime by doing so.