drunk confessions, and sober thoughts
Barty is the first one up in the morning. Which is confusing because he was totally sloshed last night. He wakes the rest of the bus up by banging pots and pans together.
It didn’t matter to Remus because she never really fell asleep. She’d been pouring over her and Sirius’s conversation and her article. This article might be her magnum opus, if she can ever get around to writing it.
She rubs the remnants of the night out of her eyes and it hits her. Her article is due in a week and she has gotten no where with it.
She needs to get it written and submitted before Minnie loses her shit. She can’t seem to put any thoughts to paper though. She has all of these thought but not a single one can be written.
Of course the writing block shows up right now. Just my luck, she thinks.
Before she has much time to dwell on this, she’s up and whisked away onto another tour bus and she’s sat right next to the person she needed, James Potter.
“So James, when did you join the band.”
“Join? There would be no band without me. Ok, not to sound too cocky but we did start as the three of us, Reg came along later, in my parent’s garage.” His eyes light up just talking about his parents. “They have always been our biggest fans, for a while they were the only ones who showed up to gigs.”
“They sound like amazing people, very supportive.”
This leads to James gushing about his parents and friends for the next 20 minutes.
Real lover boy he is, Remus thinks.
“Not to interrupt but I have a few more questions. When did you find your love for the drums?”
“I’ve always just loved making up rhythms and from a young age, I’d make up any type of music, any time. It’s always just be a part of me. So when I sat down at my first drum kit, it was like a whole part of myself I didn’t know existed.”
“Very well spoken, James. And, lastly, how is tour going for you?”
“I mean there’s nothing better than doing what I love with my two best friends and boyfriend.”
And with that, James is done being interviewed.
Remus realizes that James is kinda cocky, for starters, but also he feels an immense amount. He loves talking about himself and the people he loves. He just loves to love and that is very obvious.
Remus has just checked off another on her list, now she just needs to talk to Peter and Regulus.
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Another city, another show, and another party. The life of a rockstar.
London, the penultimate show of the tour. It their biggest one yet. Sirius very nervous, to say the least.
But it’s easier to not feel nervous when she’s being pulled every which way. First to hair and makeup, then to get dressed, then it’s time for soundcheck. On these days it’s easier to not feel anything because the rush of adrenaline never stops and she never gets a chance to breathe.
That is, until she crashes. Adrenaline rushes only last for so long, shows can only hold so many songs, his mates can only take so much. That’s the thing about the rockstar lifestyle, it’s like a drug and Sirius is a junkie.
She loves people yelling her name, she loves putting on a pretty dress and sparkling makeup, she loves to belt out notes and dance to her friend’s music. She loves it all.
But she’s not like James, she can’t love and love and love. She needs to stop before she can give anymore. She owes that to her friends and to her fans. Once you live the high life it’s hard to come back to reality.
But god would she give up the high life in a second if Remus asked her to. She’d give up the glitz and glamour for a life of domesticity with Remus. She knows she can’t do that, not for someone she’s known for less than a week. It wouldn’t be fair to anyone else. So she pastes on a smile and grabs her microphone as the light go up and the fans start screaming.
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Remus will never not be in awe of the band. How easily the drums come to James. How perfectly Regulus and Peter can play the right chords that always heavenly even ethereal to Remus.
But most of the time, Remus is looking at James or Regulus or Peter. She always sucked in by Sirius. The way Sirius sings that’s truly the voice of a generation. Remus makes a mental note to add that to her article.
A two hour show goes by in 20 mins and they’re on the tour bus once again. Remus decides to break her not drinking streak. With no help from Evan and Barty, she’s feeling tipsy in no time. Remus is a very talkative drunk she’s realized. She becomes very chatty and friendly very fast.
“Sirius? How have I told you how much I love you,” Remus slurs. “Let’s dance, come and dance with me Sirius.”
”That’s funny, Sirius never dances.” Evan interrupts.
”Shut up, I’d love to dance.”
Remus looks overjoyed and she puts her hand out. Sirius softly takes it and they start dancing to whatever song Mary is playing.
Sirius chuckles and says, “Now back to what you were saying.”
“I really, really like you and I wanna kiss you so badly.”
“Oh dear, how much have you had? Let’s get some air, shall we?”
Sirius leads them outside and sits on the curb. She motions for Remus to sit beside her. Remus takes a seat and leans up against Sirius.
“Remus, did you mean what you said?”
“Yes, I did but I won’t kiss you because I’m too pissed for that.
“Ok rain check then,” Sirius tells her accompanied with a soft smile.
“The second I’m sober I’m going to kiss you, ok?”
“Ok?” she blushes. “Let’s get you to bed then.”
And with that, Sirius leads her to bed.
As Sirius gets into her own bed and the rush of it all has stopped, she thinks back on her day. Another amazing show and Remus’s confession.
God she’s can’t wait for Remus to sober up.
Hopefully, drunk confessions really are sober thoughts.