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Prompt 14 - Ticket

@jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic April 14, Word count 552

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“James, wait!” he shouted, running as fast as his legs could carry him before James could slip out of the back door. “James, please! Let me explain!”

James paused, his eyes swimming with tears. 

“It’s fine, Regulus, I understand,” he sniffed. 

“No, you don’t! Please let me explain!”

James’s hand fell away from the door handle, and he waited for Regulus to explain. 

“I’ve literally only met Remus once. He’s the guy I met after Barty dumped that bucket of water over my head.”

He could see the recognition in James’s eyes, and he continued. 

“Remus was just winding Sirius up. He had no idea who I was until Sirius introduced us. I swear it was all just a prank. Please, James. I’m sorry,” he stopped talking when the lump in his throat grew too large, and he felt as though he were going to shatter apart. He couldn’t lose James over such a dumb prank. 

“A prank?” James asked, a smile attempting to curl the corners of his mouth. 

“Yes, I swear, it was just a prank at Sirius’s expense. I should have thought about how you’d take it, but I got caught up in driving Sirius nuts. I’m sorry.”

James’s eyes crinkled fondly, and he picked him up much like Remus had moments before and kissed him. Regulus much preferred this one. 

“I hate you both,” Sirius huffed when James and Regulus walked back into the changing room. 

“Liar,” Remus smirked just as Evan popped his head around the door. 

“Are we done having a domestic? Reg, we’re on in like a minute. Snog James’s socks off and get on that fucking stage.”

Regulus shrugged and did as he was told. 

“One more for luck?” he asked, batting his eyelashes, and James happily indulged him. 

“Black, I have a bucket of water with your name on it if you don’t get your arse out here right now!” Barty shouted, and Regulus hurried out of the room and through the curtain onto the stage. Barty picked up his drumsticks and counted them in. 

The place was packed. They were easily playing to their biggest audience yet, and the crowd were as usual, utterly silent as Pandora’s voice charmed them into awe. 

The cheer they got at the end of their set was deafening and followed them all the way to the dressing room. 

“That was amazing!” Barty said, flopping his head into Evan’s lap and taking up far too much space on the sofa. 

“Hmm, I think we could do better,” Pandora mused, taking her long, dangling earrings out of her ears, flicking the little silver radishes on the end of the chains. Someone knocked on the door, disturbing their high. 

“Yes?” Regulus asked, the only one who could easily get to the door. 

“Might I have a quick chat with you and the rest of your band?” the man asked. 

“Er, sure?” Regulus said uncertainly and let him in. 

He stayed for half an hour, and when he left, they were all in utter shock. The man had been a record producer and wanted to sign them to his label. They’d start recording an album next week and then go on tour. This was it, their ticket to the big time, so why did Regulus not want to do it?

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1993 Vincent Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam, Ticket.