Darren Criss was doing a show in London. London, freakin' ENGLAND! Sure he was most likely stay in a seady hotel and play at bars and pubs, like at home. Just it was zillion times better than home, it was ENGLAND! Home of funny accents and America. He imagiened it was like a space alien returning to its mother planet after being born and raised in hyper space or on a planet his people had invaded. Which is basicaly exactly what it was, minus inter galactic space travel. If only...
Well anyway, Darren had managed to finally scrape up the means for a trip he'd been waiting for his WHOLE life. Sure he lived in Itally for awhile*, but this was diffrent damnit! He didn't care if no one else got it, hell, he didn't even get it. But there he was walking out of the airport taking his first breath of that hazy London smog.
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He sat atop a stool in the pub hosting the first gig of his visit. Darren was just getting to the end of his show with 'No Way'. A song he had originally hoped to write into a Starkid Production, but they hadn't quite been able to get it work into anything yet. Everything was going great; people were rockin out, the crowd was decent, no one too drunk. When he saw a big black guy come in wearing something that resembled the ungodly off-spring of a snuggie and 1620's latest fassion trend. Hm...power to him, on second thought it looked rather breezy. Where could he get one?
"Hey guys, it was great to be here tonight! I'll be playing here agian Friday than on Tuesday one last time, before heading back to home base in the U. S. of A. If anyone is intrested in partying it up I'll stick around the bar for a bit!" and with that he closed his first internatoinal gig, flashing a goofy grin and a thumbs up.
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Kingsley took in the young boy on stage, he really did resemble Potter. He understood why someone had been worried the Boy-Who-Lived was galavanting about under the guise of a street performer. The guy, Darren Criss according to the bar tender, was of a similar build though a little shorter than Potter. Also, at first glance, the hair was also the same as Harry's. Now as Criss was getting closer to him and wasn't under such harsh lighting, the diffrences between the two became more pronounced. He was thicker than Potter, his hairy curlier, the young man didn't have startling green or round glasses, and his eyebrows were strangly triangular.
Criss also seemed to have a year or two on Potter. The biggest diffrence though...
He was a Yank.
* i'm not sure if this true but there is a video of him speaking italian and in the description box it says something about learning it while he lived in Arezzo, Italy