Remus didn't hate crowds. At least he thought he hadn't always hated them. There must have been a point in his life when he didn't mind being surrounded by a bunch of sweaty, agitated, hoarse people around him. Or maybe he always hated that situation—the situation his best friend Sirius had put him in again. 

Padfoot always had this wonderful ability to find the freakiest, most unconventional and exotic rock bands in the entire wizarding world. And for some fucking reason, he always convinced Remus to go to those weird concerts.

Now the two of them were in a small town near to London, in a very tight space with about three hundred people, watching band after band. Nothing new. Nothing that surprised Remus really. That is, at least until 'The Star Guys' arrived.

The band began to play songs by the famous current singer, David Bowie—who, it should be noted, was Remus's favorite artist—The vocalist sang amazingly and the band literally broke the stadium with how well they played. The red, white and blue lights crossed the crowd like laser beams. The speakers made music explode in the ears of every witch and wizard there.

The band's guitarist stole Remus's attention. Yes, he was kinda hot. His maroon nails that matched his electric guitar, the color of a sweet and strong red wine, distracted Remus from paying attention to the songs. His wavy hair moved in time with the song. His tight clothing and low-rise flared jeans highlighted his hips, making Remus think with every movement of him he could see a little more of his meat.

He had more style than any young artist who had ever set foot on that same stage. His hands full of rings moving nimbly on the guitar and his feet walking in imposing leather boots made him look like a rock star.

“How are you, London?” The vocalist asked into the microphone, making the crowd cheer in response, snapping the werewolf out of his trance. The guitarist smiled, showing a row of pearly white teeth to the crowd. Remus was only sure of one thing: he had to meet him.