⤠ 𝕌𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕄𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕤

James slammed the door shut to their practice studio, causing Peter to jump and accidentally knock over a nearby guitar.

"What's wrong with you?" Remus asked, shooting a concerned glance at James, who responded with a piercing glare. Sensing the tension, Lily let out a sigh and said, "Tell us what's bothering you, or I'll call Dorcas."

"Can you stop being so nosy?!" James yelled, frustration evident as he slumped into a chair, wearing a serious expression. Lily stood nearby, her eyes wide and mouth hanging open in disbelief. James had never shown such anger towards anyone before.

Letting out another sigh, James finally spoke, "We won't be able to perform tomorrow night at the Cherry Bar downtown."

"Why?!" Peter exclaimed, a mix of concern and anger in his voice. "We traveled for hours on a tour bus just to have our gig canceled? What the hell!"

"Yeah," Remus agreed, frustration evident in his voice. "They just call us out of nowhere and make us come all the way down here just to cancel on us? How did you find out?"

"Dorcas got a call. She called me to tell me all about it," James sighed, feeling disappointed. Lily shook her head in disbelief. "No. I had to cancel a photoshoot for this. We were supposed to be performing," she exclaimed, storming out of the studio room in anger.

Peter looked down at the ground, lost in thought. Sensing the tension, Remus tried to lighten the mood. "Guys, think about it. We can explore instead of performing on stage. Hang out like we used to."

James shook his head, a hint of sadness in his eyes. "I would love to, Remus, but the money we were supposed to get from performing was going to be used to buy Lily's birthday gift."

Remus nodded understandingly, and then Peter spoke up with a suggestion. "Why not hand-make her present? My mother taught me how to design and create dresses. We can make a design she'll like, and I'll do the rest."

"Okay," Remus exclaimed, a spark of inspiration in his eyes. "L's love for flowers and snakes, coupled with her name being a flower, gives us the perfect opportunity to create a nature-themed dress." James eagerly got up from his seat and hurriedly left the room to fetch the necessary drawing utensils.

Concerned about the tight timeline, Remus glanced over at Peter, his voice laced with doubt. "Are you confident that we can finish the dress in time? Dress-making requires delicate and meticulous work, and Lily's birthday is just a day after tomorrow." Peter shrugged, a mix of determination and uncertainty on his face. "I hope so. Let's see the design first, and then I can make a prediction on whether or not I will be able to finish it in time."

Remus sank deeper into his chair, completely engrossed in the world of his book. The characters and their adventures danced before his eyes, capturing his imagination. The quiet ambiance of the room allowed him to fully immerse himself in the story, appreciating the solace and respite it provided.

Meanwhile, Peter had settled back into the routine of watching hilarious cat videos. The sound of feline antics and Peter's soft chuckles created a peaceful background soundtrack, punctuating the stillness.

Just as Remus wondered when James would return, the door swung open, and James burst in, a mischievous grin lighting up his face. However, instead of holding the expected pencil and paper, he excitedly declared his intention to order lunch from McDonald's. The unexpected change in plans momentarily caught Remus off guard, but he was never one to turn down a meal.

With a playful smile, James turned to Remus and asked, "What do you want? It's on me!" Remus paused for a moment, contemplating his options. He wasn't particularly particular about his food choices, often finding joy in the simplest of meals. "Hmm," he mused, "how about a classic Big Mac? That sounds good to me."

Peter, on the other hand, always possessed a specific craving. Without hesitation, he chimed in, "I'll take a 20-piece chicken nuggets with a large fries and a coke, please!" James nodded, his fingers quickly dancing across his phone screen to place their orders.

As Remus immersed himself in his book, the turning with each passing moment, a restlessness began to bubble within him. The words on the page failed to captivate his attention any longer, leaving him yearning for an outlet to channel his pent-up energy. His eyes wandered aimlessly around the room, seeking solace in an activity that could fill the void of boredom.

Suddenly, like a bolt of inspiration striking him, an idea sparked in Remus' creative mind - why not practice playing the drums?

"I'll be back shortly. Off to practice the drums," Remus informed Peter, excitement lacing his voice. As he exited the room, anticipation propelled him towards another section of the studio where larger instruments resided.

Eagerly, Remus positioned himself before the pristine drum set, his heart racing with anticipation. The rhythmic potential emanating from the gleaming cymbals and resonant drums was irresistible. With a firm grip on the drumsticks, he began to unleash his creativity and passion, his hands moving in perfect synchrony with the pulsating beats.

The room filled with a symphony of sound as Remus immersed himself completely in the world of percussion. Each beat reverberated through his being, transcending time and space. Lost in the rhythm, he allowed his imagination to soar, producing melodies that seemed to dance in the air.

With every strike of the drum, Remus felt a sense of liberation, his worries and boredom fading away.

Lost in the rhythm of the drums, Remus played until a subtle sensation jolt him back to reality. It was his phone, clamoring for attention. Pausing his drumming, Remus swiftly reached for his phone and turned his phone on to the screen, immediately greeted by a blinking message notification. With a mix of intrigue and anticipation, he eagerly delved into the messages section٫ He opened messenger.

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⤌                         xxx-xxx-xxxx

??? - I remember when my mom would beat me with a log outside in front of her friends if I accidently made a small mistake and as my mom was beating me my dad would force my little brother to watch😄 This would go on for hours. The longest was 12 hours!☺️

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"Oh.." Remus sighed, his surprise evident he read the unexpected text. He had grown accustomed to receiving cute messages from his fans, and he assumed this would be just like the others.

Despite being well aware of the potential consequences, Remus couldn't help but reply to the message. 

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⤌                         xxx-xxx-xxxx

??? - I remember when my mom would beat me with a log outside in front of her friends if I accidently made a small mistake and as my mom was beating me my dad would force my little brother to watch😄 This would go on for hours. The longest was 12 hours!☺️

???  - Okay. First of all, that was hard to read, and second of all, what the fuck?

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Remus swiftly typed and hit send before placing his phone silent. He had every intention to continue practicing but just as he was about to immerse himself in his work, Peter suddenly appeared at the doorway, peering into the room. 

"James is back with a calmed Lily and food"

"Okay, be down in a sec," Remus said. Peter nodded in response and quietly exited the room, gently closing the door behind him. Remus stood there for a few seconds, his gaze fixed on the closed door. Then, he set his drumsticks down and headed downstairs to grab some food.