I'm in the Band Chapter 10: Fame, a harry potter fanfic

Chapter 10: Fame

It has been two years. Two years since Skywalkher signed with Stars United. Two years since Skywalkher was thought of as Hogwarts royalty. Two years is a long time.

When we signed with Stars United, we decided to become a wizard and muggle band. Of course, that would make things a lot harder, considering that we had to hide the fact that we were wizards from the vast muggle population, but we managed.

Our fame formed almost overnight. We released a few singles, A Journey Forever and Remember, but none of them had concrete success. When we finally released our debut album, Under the Stars, it sold about 30,000 copies in the first week. I guess the people who bought it were popular, because in the second week, Under the Stars sold 500,000 copies. Overall, Under the Stars sold 1.4 million copies. It was a wonderful day for Skywalkher. We went on our first headline tour in the UK. Our second album, One More Mountain, sold 600,000 copies in its first week, with 2.65 million overall sales. We toured the US and a lot of Europe on that album. Three of our singles, A Forest of Lies (One More Mountain), Climbing the Walls (One More Mountain), and Watching You, Watching Me (Under the Stars), were certified platinum. A Forest of Lieswas nominated for the Grammy Award for Record of the Year, but Skywalkher won Best New Artist at the previous Grammys.

We had our own merchandise as well. Our favorite T-shirt was white and it read (on the back):

Scorpius Malfoy- bass guitar

Key to My Heart

Yellow, Green, Blue, Red

Walk the Other Side of Life

Albus Potter- lead singer

Lucas Zabini- drummer

Kissed by an Angel

Harry Dursley- keyboard

Everybody Loves a Happy Ending

Rose Weasley- lead guitar

One More Mountain US Tour

Those were our names, obviously, and the titles of our songs, along with the tour. The front had a watercolor Great Britain flag along with watercolors of our silhouettes.

Our most popular T-shirts read:

(a)"I love Albus Potter/Scorpius Malfoy/Lucas Zabini/Harold Dursley"
(b)"Born to be Mrs. Zabini/Mrs. Potter/Mrs. Malfoy/Mrs. Dursley"
(c)"Rose Weasley, will you go out with me?"

There were also T-shirts with our pictures and signatures on them that were rather popular as well.

Yes, these past two years have been amazing.

But they were also filled with trouble.

Harry and Lina broke up a year ago. Harry was backstage after a concert in Chicago when a crazy fangirl (these Americans are ridiculous, swooning at a British accent) came onto Harry and started making out with him. Lina happened to be visiting her aunt in Chicago at the time, and decided to come to the Skywalkher concert as support for her boyfriend. She went backstage after the concert to say hello to Harry, when she found him kissing another girl. Naturally she was upset and fled from the scene. Initially, I was very upset with Harry, until Luke testified that the girl forced herself on Harry. Lina didn't believe us, though, and she didn't take him back. Lina demanded that I make a choice: remaining friends with her or staying in Skywalkher. I chose Skywalkher. Since then, she has not spoken a word to me.

About a year and a half ago, when Under the Starsreached the peak of its popularity, Scorpius and I decided that we needed to put our music career before our relationship, and because we didn't spend "couple time" together anyway, we decided on a mutual breakup. He's dated other girls since then, but none of them lasted more than two months. Scorpius was a soulful bassist, he truly had a talent with that guitar. Thankfully, Scorp and I have remained best friends after the breakup.

Luke was featured in the tabloids a lot. He loved attention, it was his drug. He practically lived on press coverage. Luke pulled insane stunts for that attention. He's slept with six women (one nearly 20 years older than him), including two muggle pop stars. Luckily, he's not had any children by them. Thankfully, he's decided to reform to get some girl's attention. I have a sneaking suspicion that it's Elizabeth Boot. Lina and Rosa (Luke's second year Hufflepuff little sister) aren't speaking to him– Lina because of the Harry debacle, and Rosa because she loves Lina too much to go against her.

Albus was, and still is, the most popular with the girls, what with his sparkling emerald eyes and black hair that falls "so perfectly" into his eyes. He's got a great voice, and obviously the lead singer of a band gets the most coverage. Al didn't do relationships. He would look at some girl, and say, "Hey, you're pretty. Want to come over to my place?" and that would do it. I've had to pull Albus away from so many girls on that one red couch, I go out of my mind. I had to blast him away from some girl wile they were going at it like rabbits. Thankfully, Albus only did hook-ups, so the next day, the girl would be gone from Skywalkher's life. We called him "The Lady Killer", after Cee-Lo Green.

Harry had that quiet boy charm, but he mastered the "smolder" thing with his eyes perfectly. He could simply look at a girl and her knees would turn to jelly and she would lose the ability to speak for about five minutes (I should know, he uses it on me when he wants cake for breakfast). He's now been dating some witch that's two years older than us. I think her name is Annabelle Humphrey. She's a total pain in the ass, I don't know how Harry puts up with her. I can't be in the same room with her for ten minutes before wanting to rip up everything in sight, including her perfectly curled, blond hair.

And then there's me. Rose Weasley, lead guitarist. Being the only girl in a wildly popular band, the subject of attention from boys. Everyday, at the Skywalkher residence (yes, we lived together most of the time) I get at least three letters from muggles and wizards asking me out, to some dance, or, stupidly, to a Skywalkher concert. These people just don't think. Frankly, I hate the damn attention, unless the boy is very cute. I've been told by many that I'm a sneaky, manipulative bitch. Last year, I was failing Arithmancy, so I slept with my professor, Professor Lowell, to get a higher grade. He was only twenty-three, and quite good-looking. I had to do it four times before he changed my grade, but hey, it worked. I passed with an E. I've also slept with Nathan Bellerosi (seventh year, Gryffindor– he was my boyfriend for two months), Mateo and Zane Zabini (they needed the experience), and Professor Benedict, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, because he was quite good, french, and very (and I mean very) hot. I've also slept with about five guys on the tours. It's only been since Scorpius and I broke up that I started doing these things. I don't know, I mean, he's been my friend for so long, and when we broke up, it felt like there was an empty space in my heart that I desperately needed to fill. So I filled it with mostly physical relationships. I'm trying to get over it, and accept the breakup. It's slowly working.

We've changed our "looks" quite a bit as well. The image consultant decided that we needed something more noticeable than our combat boots to link us together. She suggested leather jackets.

Al got rid of his glasses in favor of contacts, and became the "bad boy" of our group. He normally wore dark wash jeans, the signature Skywalkher combat boots (our old ones sold for nearly $10,000), a v-neck t-shirt (in different colors, but usually black or white) and a black leather jacket. He left his black hair "adorably tousled" and often let it fall into his eyes.

After our breakup, Scorpius ditched his rectangular glasses that I secretly loved in favor of contacts as well. He normally wore a brown leather bomber over a Great Britain t-shirt, light wash jeans, and skate sneakers. His hair was short and spiked in the front. He had dyed the front spikes a deep black. He looked exactly like Zayn from One Direction. Scorpius hated One Direction, so obviously, we had to call him ZM.

Lucas was dubbed the "Punk Prince". He wore dark v-neck t-shirts under a black leather jacket, a spiked belt that barely managed to hold up his sagging black jeans, and black and gold custom made Nike sneakers. His golden blond hair falling into his eyes provided a nice contrast to his somber attire. He had several leather and silver armbands, bracelets, and necklaces, along with a silver chain that hung from his belt loops.

Harry was dressed the most formally out of all of us. He always wore a button down, long sleeved shirt (usually dark green or white) with a black skinny tie carelessly thrown around his neck under a black leather jacket (that he usually removed halfway and sometimes threw into the crowd– of course, he got it back– he bribed the girls that caught it with a kiss in exchange for his jacket), dark jeans, and black or grey converse.

I was called the "Pretty Punk Princess" by my bandmates, my manager, and most of my fans. I wore my hair long, black, and curly most of the time. I dressed in really low-cut, draped tank tops or really short, backless, crop tops. I almost always wore tight skinny jeans and six to ten inch high heeled black lace up combat boots that went up to my knees. I had to have some form of black lace on my body as well. I also loved my black, spiked, fingerless gloves and changed my guitar strap to match. I wore a huge amount of mascara and eyeliner, black lipstick, and black nail polish. People often asked if Luke and I were dating or married. I liked Luke now, of course, but not in that way.

It seemed like Scorpius and Harry were the only ones who didn't dress all emo-y.

"All right, everyone, take five!" Al called. Even though I was the mother of Skywalkher, Al got to regulate practice times and such.

I rubbed my sore fingers. Al had us working from six in the morning. It was now three in the afternoon. I walked outside the practice room and into the hallway (yes, we had modeled the Skywalkher residence after a school– Luke had a thing for muggle schools a while back) for a bottle of water (we also had a vending machine– also another fancy of Luke's), Al following me. I caught a glimpse of Lily Evans red hair, and before I could say anything, two strong arms grasped me around the middle and a voice yelled in my ear. "Rose!" it shrieked.

"Michelle!" I cried, turning around.

I saw Al's face, which, for some reason, was slack. I stared at him

Al snapped out of it and smirked. "Well, hello there, pretty lady," he began, speaking to Michelle, "I'm Albus Potter, but I reckon you know that. What's your name?"

I looked at him in disbelief, Michelle's face mirroring my own.

"You're kidding, right?" she asked, "I'm Michelle Corner. I'm in your year in your house."

"Oh," Al said, "Well, I can't be expected to know everybody. I am Albus Severus Potter, after all. But how would you like to get to know me better? I'd love to know you too."

"Um... no," Michelle said.

"No?" Al asked, shocked, "Well, how about a little song for my little lady. Rose?"

I sighed and summoned my guitar. "What song, Al?" I asked wearily.

"'Live While We're Young', by One Direction, Punk Princess," he replied.

I struck some chords and he began to sing.

Hey girl I'm waiting on ya, I'm waiting on ya
Come on and let me sneak you out
And have a celebration, a celebration
The music up, the windows down

Yeah, we'll be doing what we do
Just pretending that we're cool and we know it too
Yeah, we'll keep doing what we do
Just pretending that we're cool, so tonight

Let's go crazy, crazy, crazy 'til we see the sun
I know we only met but let's pretend it's love
And never, never, never stop for anyone
Tonight let's get some and live while we're young
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh and live while we're young
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Tonight let's get some and live while we're young

Hey girl it's now or never, it's now or never
Don't overthink just let it go
And if we get together, yeah, get together
Don't let the pictures leave your phone

Yeah, we'll be doing what we do
Just pretending that we're cool, so tonight

And girl, you and I
We're about to make some memories tonight
I wanna live while we're young
We wanna live while we're young

Let's go crazy, crazy, crazy 'til we see the sun
I know we only met but let's pretend it's love
And never, never, never stop for anyone
Tonight let's get some and live while we're young

Crazy, crazy, crazy 'til we see the sun
I know we only met but let's pretend it's love
And never, never, never stop for anyone
Tonight let's get some and live while we're young

Wanna live, wanna live (wanna live while we're young)
C'mon, young
Wanna live, wanna live (wanna live while we're young)
Wanna live, wanna live (wanna live while we're young)
Tonight let's get some, and live while we're young

I put down my guitar and he drew his wand out. "For you, my little lady," he said, presenting her with a beautiful red rose, "I hope you'll change your mind." He bowed for effect.

Michelle took her wand out and removed all the thorns on the rose, sending them flying toward Albus. She then made the rose burst into flames, burning his hand.

"Not a chance in hell," she snarled.

"How about in heaven? Because that's where you'll be after a few hours if you'll come with me," he said cheekily.

At that comment, she levitated him and removed all his clothes except for his boxers, which, oddly enough, had his face all over them.

"You wear your face on your boxers?" Michelle exclaimed.

"Would you rather I wear yours?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Albus Severus Potter, you are the most infuriating seventeen year old I have met!" she cried, throwing her hands up in frusteration and stalking away haughtily.

"But you love me anyway! Everyone does!" he answered.

She shot one last hex at him before disappearing.

I turned around to find Scorp, Harry, and Luke all watching the scene with an amused expression in their eyes.

"What?" Al snapped.

"Dude," Luke began (for some reason, he loved American expressions, "You've got it bad."

What? Albus Potter, a name synonymous with "player" has it bad for a girl? Oh, Merlin. Please don't let the universe fall apart. I sighed. Our seventh year at Hogwarts was going to be drama-filled, I just know it.

Ok, now you see why I rated it "T." I swear, there will be nothing graphic beyond some making out. Do you think I should change the rating? I think this falls under "T."

Don't kill me, please! Rose and Scorpius will get together, I just need there to be some drama. (I'm a sucker for it).

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Until Next Time,

Kyo-Cat