Speakers
(The Marauders)
Prongs: YOOOO
Prongs: WHOS READYYY?!?!!??!
Wormy: …..
Marls: …..
Wormy: James….you’re way too excited in the morning
Marls: Honestly
Prongs: Where is Sirius?
Marls: Probably still sleeping💀
Prongs: I’m gonna go get him up! I’ll be back
Wormy: Good luck with that! 😊
Prongs: He just hit me☹️🙁
Marls: Haha💀💀😭😭
Prongs: You’re mean😐
Marls: Oh my bad.😘
Wormy: You know who you should go wake up James?!?
Prongs: Who?!?!?!?!?
Wormy: …😊
Wormy: Reggie
Wormy: I’m sure he would love to see you bright and early at 5 am!!😁😁
Marls: You’re so right, Petey!
Prongs: Alright, I’ll go😋👍
Marls: I’m excited to see how this plays out tbh
Marls: Let’s just wait😜
Wormy: It’s been like 5 minutes where is he?
Marls: Maybe Regulus murdered him for pounding at his door at 5 in the morning…. But that’s just a thought I guess🤞
Prongs: Shit
Prongs: Regulus just told me he hates me
Wormy: Oh no, I’m sorry James😕
Wormy: I was only kidding! You didn’t have to actually go wake him up! Sorry!
Prongs: No, please don’t be sorry at all Pete!
Marls: Yeah don’t be Peter
Marls: This is just one of his weird kinks again
Prongs:😑
Marls: Am I wrong?
Marls: ???
Marls: Exactly.
Wormy: 😶😶😶
Marls: I’m actually curious though
Marls: How far does your little fantasies of Regulus go?
Marls: I bet you’d like it if he slapped you in the face or punched you……..wouldn’t you James?🤨🤨
Wormy: WHAT
Wormy: HELLO?!??
Prongs: I am leaving this chat ☹️
*Prongs left the group chat*
Marls: Welp Pete, I guess we know the answer.
*Marls added Prongs to the chat*
Marls: Answer the question James🤨🎤
Prongs: No…..👀👀👀👀
Wormy: 🫢🫢
Pads: I mean this with every single fucking bone in my body. If I come on this chat again, and James is talking about his sexual kinks for my brother, I am gonna lose it.
Wormy: 💀💀
Marls: Aw, look who decided to join the party🥰😘
Pads: Everyone get ready
Pads: We gotta be there by 8
Pads: And, James…I’ll be speaking with you later😐
Prongs:😟
Marls: Bros shitting himself
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(The French Sluts)
Dora: Can’t wait to see you tomorrow Reggie🥰
Evan: I’m not that excited
Evan: The United States scares me
Barty: HEY
Barty: DONT U DARE HATE ON THEM
Barty: AMERICA RAWRRR🦅🦅🦅🦅🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️😡😡😡😡🔫🔫🔫🔫
Dora: 🧐
Barty: I’m an American at heart🦅🦅
Regulus: No you’re literally not.
Barty: Ask me any United States question, and I would be able to answer it😜😜😄😄
Evan: Ok. Name the original colonies.
Barty: Easy.
Barty: Washington, Colorado, Florida, New York, and California
Barty:🦅🦅🦅🗣️🗣️🗣️
Regulus: You’re actually the stupidest person I’ve ever met.
Regulus: Even first graders know the original colonies.
Barty: Wait I got them wrong🙁🙁?
Evan: So fucking wrong…
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After rehearsal ended at 12:00, the band got to relax. Regulus and Remus arrived around 1:00. The concert started at 5:00, so they had a few hours to kill.
Jeff walked in a few minutes after Regulus and Remus arrived. “Hey, everyone! You guys feel good?”
“Yeah!” The Marauders all said in unison.
“Good, good.” He rubbed his hands together and continued, “Can like two of you go and grab the massive speakers?”
“Yeah, where are they?” James asked.
“They’re in one of these rooms in one of the hallways.”
“Wow, very specific, Jeff.” Marlene said sarcastically.
“Well, I’m not exactly sure because I don’t know this venue.”
“Nah, it’s fine. I’ll just go find it!” James got up happily and started walking out the door.
“James, wait. You probably need someone else to help you with them.” Jeff said. He looked to the man sitting on his phone right near where James was standing at the door. “What’s your name again?”
Regulus looked up to have the entire room staring at him, and a finger pointed at him. “Regulus Black.”
“Nice to meet you. Do you mind helping James get the speakers, please?” Jeff said, flashing a smile.
Regulus really didn’t want to if he was being honest. He wouldn’t even want to go with his own brother, never mind James. He just didn’t want to break his arms lifting these speakers.
As if James was reading his mind, he said, “Don’t worry, love! I’ll do all the heavy lifting.” He winked at Regulus and smirked.
Regulus rolled his eyes and sighed. “Yeah, I guess I’ll help him.”
They walked out and started opening every door in every hallway to find these speakers. “What the hell! Where did he say these were again?” Regulus asked in annoyance.
“He didn’t.” James laughed.
“So, we are just gonna have to look in every room? There’s like 15 doors in all of these hallways!”
“I’m afraid so!” James said.
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After about 10 minutes of them opening and closing every door, in practically every hallway, James yelled to the other end of the hallway at Regulus, “Reggie! I found them!”
Regulus was so relieved. He did not want to check anymore hallways. He ran down to the other end to start helping James.
They walked inside and counted the speakers on the floor. “How many did he say we are supposed to bring?” James asked Regulus.
“I don’t know! He’s your manager and this is your concert.”
“True, true. I guess we could just carry one each, and send the others back for these four.” James motioned over to the speakers lying against the wall.
“Alright.” Regulus picked up one speaker and started walking over to the door. He turned the knob, but it wouldn’t open. He turned it again, and then again, and again. Yet, the door wouldn’t budge at all. “James, the door won’t open.”
“Here, let me try.”
“Oh, yeah because you totally have fucking superpowers!”
James tried five times, but the door was locked.
“Yeah, it’s definitely locked.”
“No, shit. I could’ve told you that a minute ago when I tried.”
“It must’ve locked from the outside! What are we gonna do? I have to go on in a few hours?”
“Call someone! I left my phone in the room.” Regulus sighed.
James whipped out his phone from and pocket and turned it on. “Come on, come on.” He texted Sirius 3 times but not one of them delivered. He tried texting his other friends, and then Jeff but none of the texts sent.
“None of my texts are sending.” James spoke, while sliding his phone back inside his pocket.
“Fucking great.” Regulus spoke, sliding his back against the wall and sitting down on the floor.
“Don’t be so dramatic!” James said lightheartedly.
“I’m a Black, that’s kinda our family specialty.”
James laughed a little and sat down next to him. “Why aren’t you more upset? What if they don’t find us before you have to go on stage?” Regulus asked.
“Well, there’s other shows, so it’s fine! Plus, I don’t mind, I’m here with you!” James responded.
“Your charm will not work on me, James Potter. So, don’t even try.” Regulus warned him with a half smile.
James banged his head against the wall dramatically and put his head in his hands, “No! No, Reggie please don’t say that! You’re wounding me!”
“Look who’s the dramatic one now.”
They sit in silence for a few minutes until James spoke, “Do you actually think I sound mediocre?”
“Huh?” Regulus looked up in surprise.
“A couple weeks back you said I sounded mediocre when I sung. Do you really think so?” James asked.
Regulus examined his face a little, and then shrugged.
“Reggieeee! Why?” James whined.
Regulus smiled, but didn’t respond. A couple more minutes went by of comfortable silence, until James spoke again.
“So,” James played with his hands nervously, “like what do you like to do in your free time?”
“I don’t know. Maybe, write I guess.” Regulus shrugged.
“That’s your only hobby?”
Regulus thought for a moment, “Well, no. I also like to throw knives.” Regulus said rather monotoned.
“What? Like at people?” James asked with wide eyes.
Regulus laughed. Actually laughed. A real laugh. Did he just make Regulus laugh? That alone made James’ eyes go wider than before. Never has he seen a more beautiful person in his life.
“No, like at a target.”
“Why?”
“What do you mean, why?”
“Well, I just mean like, how? How did you get into knife throwing, anyways?” James asked, genuinely curious.
“My family. They taught me when I was younger.” James nodded like it was the most interesting thing he’s ever heard. “They’re all a bunch of lunatics. Why would you even teach a seven year old that anyways?”
“Well, at least you have a badass hobby now!”
“You don’t think it’s, you know…” Regulus trailed off and looked off into the distance, “serial killerish?”
“No! Why would I?”
“Most people do when I tell them, I guess.” Regulus smiled slightly.
James smiled a bit and said, “Can you teach me?”
Regulus looked at James with surprise and asked, “Why?” It came out a little more frantic than he intended.
“Because, what if one day I need to defend myself? I’ll know how to because, Regulus Black taught me his badass knife throwing skills!”
Regulus frowned his brows a little, and examined James once more. He wasn’t mocking him, it seemed like he was really interested. So, what’s the worst thing that could happen?
“Sure, I’ll teach you.” Regulus smiled a bit. He was a little surprised, never has anyone ever taken real interest in anything he does, expect maybe his friends. It was this new unfamiliar feeling that he hates to admit, but he liked it.
“So Mr. Black sir, when’s our first lesson?” James bit his bottom lip, looking rather seductively.
“Um, whenever. I don’t have a particular day.”
“Well, I’ll do whatever you want, sir. Whenever you want, if you know what I mean.” James winked a him, still biting his lip.
A noticeable crimson color started to wash over Regulus’ face. “Shut up, James.”
James took his fingers and ran them across his lips to lock them, then threw the invisible key in front of him.
“You can come over this week, if you want.” Regulus said while smiling.
“Alrighty, see you then Mr. Professor Black, sir!”
“Just shut up and try to text your friends again, Potter.”
“Aye, aye, captain!” James spoke, pulling out his phone. “Hmmm, instead of texting, let me call them. Maybe that will work better.”
He dialed Sirius’ number, and let it ring. He didn’t pick up. Regulus told him to try it again, so he did.
“Call Peter.” Regulus insisted. And so, James did.
After a few rings Peter picked up, “Where the hell are you? It’s been almost an hour!”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. We got locked in a room, Petey.” James spoke.
Loud laughs came from the other end of the phone. “Yeah it’s so hysterical!” James spoke sarcastically. “Can one of you come unlock it for us?”
After a minute, the laugher died down, and Peter responded, “Yeah, Prongs. I’m coming.”
“Bring the others too. There’s multiple speakers to carry.”
“Ok! But, what room are you even in?”
“Uhhhh….if I remember correctly it’s the last hallway and one of the doors on the right side.”
“Alright, we will be there in a few!” Peter hung up the phone.
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The others came eventually, and after they got the speakers back to the stage, and relaxed for a couple of hours, The Marauders had to be on soon.
Regulus and Remus started heading out to the audience in a little reserved spot that was set up for them specifically.
Before Regulus followed Remus out to the crowd, James ran after him and caught his arm. “Reggie, wait up!”
“Yeah?”
“I’m taking requests! Is there anything you want me to sing so that I don’t sound mediocre this time?” James spoke with a laugh.
Regulus thought for a minute, “Well, no offense but I barely listen to, or know you guys’ songs.”
“That’s okay! We do covers during shows sometimes too….so any requests?” James smirked.
“West Coast.”
James frowned his eyebrows in confusion.
“I want you to play West Coast by Lana Del Rey.”
“Oh okay, Baby Black! Will do.” James turned around and started running to catch up with his friends. “See you out there, Reggie!”
Regulus smiled and caught up to Remus who was already half way to their spot in the crowd.
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“How is everyone doing tonight!” Sirius yelled in the microphone. The crowd yelled back of course, with as much enthusiasm as Sirius, if not more.
“We are extremely excited tonight! How about you guys?” Marlene yelled in the microphone, and smiled when the crowd yelled back.
“Arizona knows where it’s at! Am I right?” Peter spoke, and the crowd yelled again.
Now James spoke, “So before we get to our regular scheduled program, we are going to sing a song request from someone very special in the crowd tonight.” He smiled and waved, the crowd went wild. “I hope this person is a little nicer to me now, because I had to learn this song for him in like 30 minutes.” The crowd started screaming again.
“Alright, here we go.” James said. Peter started up the drums, and Sirius and Marlene started strumming their guitars.
“Down on the West Coast they got a saying, If you're not drinking then you're not playing.
But you've got the music, you've got the music in you, don't you?”
James smiled and waved at people in the crowd while singing. Regulus couldn’t stop staring at him.
“I'm feeling like there's no one else that brings me higher than higher
Te deseo, cariño, boy it's you I desire
Your love, your love, your love.”
Regulus looked at James in awe. James didn’t sound mediocre at all, he sounded beautiful. He is beautiful.
“I can see my baby swinging, his Parliament's on fire and his hands are up,
On the balcony and I'm singing, ooh baby, ooh baby, I'm in love.
I’m in love. I’m in love. I’m in love.”