(Imma ATTEMPT to give them distinct personalities. Prolly also won't be realistic)

Pre-preformance jitters. A lot of people experienced it, no matter what they were preforming in. It was especially difficult when you've only been preforming music for two years and you're already doing a sold-out show. None of you particularly wanted to do it, but James' girlfriend, also known as the band's manager, made the suggestion, so James was immediately on board with it, and anything James is on board with, Sirius is too, so the decision was made. Now it was actually the day before the show, and everyone seemed to really regret it. Or, Remus did. Everyone was scattered around the room, Sirius sitting on the weird chair in the middle of the room watching Remus, who was pacing the length of the room. James was in the kitchen, calling Lily in a hushed voice, and you and Peter were sitting on one of the beds, both on your phones after getting bored of watching Remus panic. Eventually, James came back into the main room, his hair more of a mess, probably because of the amount of time he tried to fix it while calling Lily. He took a moment to look at Remus before sighing, collapsing on a chair next to Sirius,

“He's still at it, hm?”

*Sirius nodded in response. James shook his head, pulling out his own phone and crossing a leg over the other,

“Moony, my friend, my bandmate, my brother in Christ, my... whatever else you are and aren't. You need to stop at some point. Tomorrow will be fine, we've done it before, no? Just.. play some song and then they clap and then we're done.”

Remus paused midstep and narrowed his eyes and James, who looked up from his phone screen

“It's not that simple, Prongs! You know it isn't! These are new songs we have to preform. Half of them are songs that we haven't even released yet. If we mess them up people will question why it sounded different from the released version.”

“Moony,” Sirius spoke now, a hint of annoyance in his tone, “We can't mess up something no one's ever heard, because no one's ever heard it. And I promise all our fans won't leave at once if we mess up a couple songs. We've practiced these songs for months.”

Remus groaned, taking a seat on a bed over from you and Peter. The room was quiet for a moment as he stared at his knees, before he motioned angrily at you and Peter,

“How come you two are so calm, though? Aren't you both the ones that are throwing up backstage because of nerves?”

Peter glanced up from his phone before dramatically taking his headphones off,

“My bad that I'm ignoring my feelings by scrolling instead of pissing everyone off with my nerves?”

““My bad” is a crazy way to start off that sentence.”

Sirius pipes in and James snorts, which got a glare from Remus, causing them to fall silent. He looked like he was about to go at Peter again before he looked a little more at you,

“What about you, hm? What's got you so calm? We literally have a live performance in a day! By this time tomorrow we'll be an hour away from it being done.”