After being recruited as the newest memeber of the Marauders, the local band growing fame with each passing song release, your life was never the same.

They were an adventure, turned your life into a world of possibilities and spontaneity and art. You quickly grew close, you learned how to work in tandem.

You moved into the house they shared, built of conquests and money earned from small gigs and music for parties. They weren't proper concerts or tours yet, but you would reach there.

You hoped, at least. Having other bands competing against your own to rise above it was slightly unsettling, but you knew eachother, and you knew that with the right ambition, you would reach your dreams.

At the moment, you had just finished your first gig at the local festival that was occurring every night throughout the week. The band had signed up to play the songs, hoping, praying that there was a small chance for some sort of producer to notice your talent.

As you walked towards your dressing room to get ready to leave, you heard Sirius and James in the middle of a discussion.

"We should remove it from the set list," Sirius muttered, a tone that made James annoyed, as if the former had insisted on the matter too many times. "It's overplayed."

James sighed, running a hand through his forehead, wet from after he poured water on himself for refreshment. "You might think so, but people still enjoy it the most."