Seriously Sad
Sirius’ POV
“Look on the bright side. You couldn’t possibly make anything worse.” I glared at Reggie and he smiled at me while I pouted even more.
Today we would be meeting up with each other, the entire dancers and celebrities of the dancing with the stars.
Cameras would be on and I was nervous about meeting Remus since I ran away at our encounter the day prior.
I don’t even know why.
However it definitely had nothing to do with the fact that he was my literal awakening,
Not at all.
Immediately Reggie and I entered the room, there was an awkward and rather tense silence and I understood.
Everyone there had started from nothing and become something due to their own hard work with absolutely no family influence and they harbored a tiny bit of resentment for us as we were raised a lot by who our parents are.
Not that I even wanted it in the first place but not everyone would understand.
The silence was covered rather quickly due to the presence of the cameras but I’m pretty sure the audience would notice it if they were smart enough.
The chatter started again with everyone putting on their best mask for the cameras for the broadcast.
Evan Rosier, resident pretty boy figure skater who had been paired with Barty Crouch Jr., world renowned street dancer stood beside me and smiled kindly. Reggie and Barty were close friends because they had met on a set Barty choreographed.
That role was one of Reggie’s Oscars and he had gotten his best friend from it. It had been a while though so I was glad they were meeting each other here.
“So you’re the famous Sirius Black. I have to admit you’re cuter up close. Pretty even.” Evan winked and I couldn’t help my face from heating up and I turned away.
This was the first time a guy was flirting with me and I was shy but I grinned back and pushed my hair behind my ear.
“And your title of pretty boy is definitely a well-deserved one” he laughed and I could finally relax a bit.
The MC came in to bring up the hype and give us the rules of the games.
Since this was a completely different style we would be doing concept changes weakly instead of dance styles probably to avoid heteronormativity and to not hurt people due to the unexperienced dancers on the set. The first weak was an introduction week so nobody would be leaving till the second.
“The concept would be me. So your dance is supposed to show your identity and who you are as a team. Good luck brainstorming ideas. The producers will be asking for your stage and set designs by on Wednesday so you have today and tomorrow until then. Enjoy."
The crew turned off the cameras and everyone coupled up to brainstorm.
Evan had gone to meet his partner so Reggie came over to meet me and patted my back.
“Calm down and try and talk to the dude. You’re annoying but you’re not a monster. He’ll definitely see that if you retain brain cells around him” he patted me some more and went to meet James Potter.
Lucky bitch got James. At least if I got James I would retain his ability to speak.
I hyped my psyche up and decided to stop being so awkward. Avoiding him would make it seem like those rumors were right and they were not at all.
I went over to where he was seated and sat in front of him as I raised my head to meet his face and I literally just froze. Because he is so beautiful and the sun was hitting the back of his hair giving him a golden halo and his eyes glowed even more and ___
“Hi” he said and I sat up straight and gave him a small smile. “Hello” I replied and smiled wider because I didn’t stutter. “Sorry I ran away yesterday. I was a bit nervous.”
He nodded but didn’t say anything so I decided to continue planning for our first stage together.
“Okay when you think about yourself what do you think about?” I asked and he tilted his head to the side in thought and I could literally feel my face turning red.
‘He’s so cute’ I squealed internally and tried to calm myself down.
At least I wasn’t fucking this up big time yet.
“Well I’m not homophobic” he said and I froze a bit and stared at him.
He sighed and looked at me for a while. “Look I’m sorry but I have to ask. I cannot work with a homophobic person. I’m proudly bisexual and I don’t need your energy fucking it up for me. So what’s the problem? You don’t think they should be happy? You think if people aren’t exactly like you then they do not deserve to live? You didn’t want the gay couple on screen because it would affect your fragile sensibilities? You called people slurs and now you want to save yourself by appearing on this show and sucking up with my favor so people would let go of all you did!”
By now I was already in tears and I was holding them back.
I hated how the world was ready to condemn me.
“Since you already know anything I don’t need to explain it to you then do I? I want people to be happy! I do not care how they find it! That producer wanted to push them to be a couple because he wanted to make the movie more popular and they were together. They didn’t want it public and also didn’t want their love to be seen as fan service. It wasn’t even part of the fucking script! They had every right to come out at their own time. So do I by the way but does anybody care? It’s always LGBTQ rights until it’s a celebrity. I’m gay by the way. Not homophobic.”
I stood up and ran out of the stupid studio.
I didn’t feel the ease people always claimed they got when they were out.
Instead, I just felt dark and empty.