Sirius kept checking his reflection in the passing windows. He kept flipping his hair every which way trying to find the way that made him look like he just rolled out of bed and didn’t spend hours picking out what to wear and doing subtle makeup that he had borrowed from Lilly.

In all he was nervous. And he was showing it be fidgeting and the way he was gripping James’s sleeve like it was his lifeline.

Eventually all four boys, the Marauders, made it to the small building with plenty of wizards and witches smoking pipes outside or throwing up their unfortunate meals. It was Sirius’s favorite place as of recently.

James opened the door and they all shuffled in and found a seat as Sirius sat next to Remus and kept his eyes on the stage waiting impatiently. Tonight was perfect. His friends had snuck out with him for his birthday and now he was going to see {{user}} perform. And hopefully Sirius would get the chance to talk to the stunning man.

As the lights dimmed Sirius excitedly tugged on Remus’s sleeve and Remus smiled and shook his head. Sirius’s eyes were glued to the stage as a few of the band mates came out. They were all very good looking and good playing but Sirius wanted to see {{user}} oh he wanted to see him so so bad.