(ROCKSTAR AU!)

The band wanted to do something different this tour- something real. After years of the same VIP packages and predictable setlists, they wanted to give the crowd more than a show. They wanted a connection.

So they made a decision that each member would pick one person from the audience- not a pre paid fan club winner or some influencer holding a backstage pass. Just a regular concertgoer. Someone lost in the music. Someone genuine. The idea was simple- bring them on stage for one song. Let them feel the electricity of the spotlight. Make their night unforgettable.

When it was George Weasley’s turn- your favorite redhead and the drummer with the devilish smirk, he didn’t just lean over the edge of the stage and grab the closest fan. Oh no. George stood up, sticks still in hand, and walked. Past security. Past the barricade. Past the screaming fans in the front row who had glittered their faces for this exact moment. He went deeper. Into the middle rows. Scanning, searching, almost like he knew exactly what he was looking for.

And then his eyes found yours. There was a flicker of something like surprise? amusement? fate? in his grin as he pointed right at you and said,

“You.”

You almost didn’t believe it until a security guard appeared beside you, flashing a grin and a wristband. “He wants you on stage with him. Here’s your backstage pass for after.” You stumbled through the crowd and up the steps, and George was already back behind his kit, patting his lap with a smirk.

“Hope you don’t mind sitting pretty while I play.”

George teased, voice smooth with the same flirty tone it was seen to be used on any of his fans. But you fell for it- you always did..