Written for Hogwarts' Meet Cute Marathon Event: Characters meet while waiting in line for the concert.

Also for the Muggle Music Assignment - Task #1: "Summer Nights" (Grease): Write about a summer romance, the Writing Club - Book Club: Larry Underwood: (au) rockstar, (word) journey, (dialogue) "You're awful cute when you're angry, [Name].", Lyric Alley: I've never tasted fame, Days of the Month: Singles Awareness Day - Write about someone who is happily single, the Insane House Challenge: Job - Rockstar, the 365 Prompts Challenge: Job - Rock Star, Serpent Day: Inland taipan- (AU) rock star.

Word count: 1435

sing my heart awake

"Hi! You're waiting for the concert too?"

With his headphones on, Edgar almost didn't hear the voice that came from beside him. He even considered not replying, but a little voice that sounded a lot like his mother chided him in his head, and so he turned his audiobook off.

"Obviously," he replied dryly.

"You know, you're awful cute when you're angry, …?"

"Edgar," Edgar replied, biting his tongue to stay polite. It wasn't the man's fault Edgar was tired and annoyed by all this waiting, after all, or that the long journey here added to the unbearable summer heat made him cranky. Hell, the man probably felt the same way.

He turned his head to face him and apologize, and promptly choked on his tongue. The mean easily wore the most provocative clothes Edgar had ever seen — the most leather, too. They left nothing up to imagination, and his brown eyes lined with dark kohl were mesmerizing.

"Well, Edgar, I'm Fabian," he introduced himself, extending a hand.

Edgar shook it, and Fabian shot him a weird look. "You're not really here for the music, are you?"

Edgar startled. "What gave me away?"

Fabian huffed out a laugh, smirking mysteriously. "I just had a feeling."

"... A feeling," Edgar drawled, raising an eyebrow dubiously.

For some reason, Fabian seemed to find his reaction funny, because his smirk widened. "Yes. A feeling." That seemed to be all he was willing to say on the subject, so Edgar shrugged.

"Well, then your feeling is right. I'm here with my sister." And was it his imagination or did Fabian perk up at that? "She's the real fan here — I don't really listen to music much."

Fabian looked appalled. "Not at all?"

Edgar shrugged again. "No. I guess I just don't see the appeal?"

"You don't see the appeal." Fabian gaped.

"Nope," Edgar replied, smiling teasingly. "I guess you do, though. I mean, you seem to be a fan?"

Fabian stared at him, blinking. "Wow, you really don't know who I am, do you?"

"Should I?" Edgar asked, frowning. "Have we maybe met before? I'm sorry, I'm just not the best with faces…"

Fabian was shaking his head. "No, no, we haven't met. I'd definitely remember you," he added, winking.

"Oh. Sorry then?"

Fabian chuckled. "No, it's fine. Kind of refreshing, actually."

"What, you're famous then?"

"Well, you could say that, I guess." Fabian ran a hand through his hair nervously. His eyes darted to their surroundings and he checked his watch. A heavy sigh escaped his lips. "Well, looks like I have to go. It was very nice to meet you, Edgar."

"It was nice to meet you too," Edgar replied, but before he could ask all the questions burning at the tip of his tongue — where and why was Fabian going? Wasn't he waiting in line for the concert to start like Edgar was? — Fabian had left, vanishing back into the crowd.

"There you are!"

His sister's impatient voice startled him out of his daze, and he turned to greet her with a smile. "Amelia! Happy birthday! How are you?"

"Thank you," his sister replied. "And I'm fine. Thanks again for the tickets, I know this isn't really your scene."

"I wouldn't have thought this was yours either," Edgar admitted quietly.

Amelia shrugged. "Someone at the office introduced us to it, and I guess it grew on me." She paused. "Thanks again for coming. It really means a lot to me."

Edgar smiled back. "Of course. Anything for my baby sister."

"Edgar!"

He laughed loudly at his sister's indignation, well aware that he was the only one who'd dare to provoke her in such a way, and tried to put away his earlier meeting with Fabian.

He thought he had succeeded when Amelia asked him, smiling coyly, "Anyway… Who was that you were talking to earlier?"

"No one really," Edgar replied, waving his hand in the air. "Just some fan, I think."

"Well, did you at least get his number?"

"Amelia," he sputtered.

His sister laughed. "Oh come on. You're going to end up old and lonely if you don't take a chance on someone at some point in your life."

Edgar glared at her, though he couldn't quite summon the heat that would make it have an actual impact. "You spend too much time with Mother," he grumbled. "I swear you two are plotting against me. I'm perfectly fine being alone."

Amelia's eyes softened. "But you don't have to."

"I'm fine," Edgar reassured her. "Really. You both can stop worrying."

"Never," she replied, but then any further arguing was cut short as the line finally started moving.

The moment the concert started and the band showed up on stage, Edgar choked on his tongue.

"Wow, are you alright?" Amelia asked him, frowning in his direction.

"I'm fine," Edgar croaked, eyes riveted to the singer seizing the microphone on stage. "I… Who's that?" he asked, pointing at the impossibly familiar man.

Amelia looked at him like he'd lost his mind. "That's Fabian," she said. "He's the lead singer for The Order, though he also sometimes plays some guitar."

Edgar whined.

"Okay, seriously, are you alright?"

Voiceless, Edgar nodded.

Amelia didn't look convinced, but she eventually turned back to the stage. "If you say so," she muttered.

On the stage, Fabian tapped the microphone twice, a dull sound loudly echoing through the stadium. The crowd screamed so loudly that Edgar thought he was going deaf, and Fabian shouted back a welcome to the crowd.

Despite himself, Edgar found his lips quirking up into a grin.

Finally, the crowd quieted some, and Fabian spoke again, his voice slightly softer now. It took Edgar a few seconds to catch his words.

"I know, I know, we're all glad to be here," he was saying. "But if I could please get a few minutes of quiet, there's something I'd like to say."

There were some lone screams in the crowd, but mostly the silence turned expectant.

On the tall screens on each side of the stage, Fabian grinned widely. "I'd like to dedicate this concert to someone special," he started, and immediately the crowd went wild.

Edgar's heart started to race as Fabian laughed and called for the crowd to quiet down again.

"I know, I know," he repeated. "But seriously — Edgar, I know we've quite literally just met, and that you probably don't even really want to be here, but I really hope you enjoy this concert anyway. And, err, if you maybe feel the same way, you could come to my lodge after the show."

And on that note, he stepped down and the music started.

Amelia gripped his arm tight. "Was he talking about you?" She hissed. It was actually impossible to tell if she was angry or excited, and Edgar chuckled nervously. "When did this happen?"

"Ah… Remember that guy I said was 'no one'?"

Amelia stared at him. "No way. There's no way."

Edgar shrugged self-deprecatingly. "Well, apparently there is."

"How? Just how?"

Edgar shrugged again, his eyes drifting back to the scene. "I just… He was nice? We met while I was waiting for you and talked for a little while. That's really all there is to it."

"He just dedicated this concert to you, Edgar."

"Maybe he really liked our talk?" he said sheepishly.

Amelia huffed out a sigh and turned away. "Unbelievable," he heard her whisper under her breath. "Freakin' unbelievable."

She turned back. "Are you at least going to go to him after the concert?" she asked.

Edgar blinked. "I… Should I?"

Amelia stared at him. "He asked you to. Do you like him?"

Edgar felt his cheeks flush pink, and Amelia snorted. "I'll take that as a 'yes'. And you definitely should go, then."

He blinked. "Alright."

"Good," she said. "Now shut up and let me enjoy this concert."

Edgar huffed out a laugh. "Yes, ma'am."

Despite himself, Edgar found himself listening to the music more closely than he ever had before. He still didn't actually like it — there was a bit too much screaming for his tastes — but he could feel his heart beat in rhythm with the battery, and he thought he understood the appeal a little bit better now.

Of course, the fact that the singer was really easy on the eyes helped quite a lot.

Still, Edgar was eager for the thing to end.

And if it wasn't for the same reasons that it would have been hours ago? Well, that wasn't a secret he would ever share.