So, does anyone even remember me? Haha. Yeah. I haven't updated some of my stories in over a year / I've been lazy D:

Anyways, on with the chapter, for those few people who actually read this story XD I haven't proofread it yet, so if you spot any mistakes, tell me.

The Happy Thestrals were…well…happy. And why shouldn't they be? They were about to perform in their first concert ever.

Everything was going well. All the tickets had sold out, and Tristan had won the bet on how many girls who hadn't gotten in were going to create fake tickets, in the hopes of catching a live glimpse of the hottest new wizarding band. (Just for the record, Tristan had bet over 500 girls, while Felix, Chris, and John had all opted under 350.)

The magical speakers were set, the Aurors were in position, and already hordes of screaming fans could be heard from all the way backstage. Felix, always the most technical of the group, was confirming last-minute details with the stage manager while John prevented Chris from messing around with the audio engineering and all that stuff.

"Holy mother of Merlin," Tristan breathed, his eyes going wide. He was taking a peek at the outside of the concert hall, where all the eager witches and some wizards waited to be let in. There had to be thousands of people, and the lines kept stretching farther and farther back.

"You got that right," John agreed absently, fiddling around with his guitar, fine-tuning it. He had long since given up on Chris, who was flicking switches like a five-year-old on Christmas Day. The headphones were on his ears.

"Vhat ze 'ell are you doeeng?!" the audio engineer roared, running out from behind some random curtain to save his precious equipment. He was a thin blond man with a strange accent that seemed to be a mixture of French and Bulgarian. "Git ah-wayy from mah equeepment!"

Tristan snickered as Chris snatched the headphones guiltily off his ears and handed them to the irate man. He reminded Tristan of the time the Weasley twins, only a few years younger than them, were caught in the middle of pulling a prank by none other than Professor Dumbledore, the esteemed headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Ve cannot ahfford thees; you ahre goeeng live een ten meeneets! Eef—"

"Ten minutes?" Felix asked weakly, looking up from his drum set as well. He then employed a choice swear word.

John muttered the same said choice swear word under his breath and hurried out of the room.

Well, you would too if you were about to go live in concert for the first time in your life. This was the point of the Happy Thestrals' career—this concert would make it or break it.

Layla Whortings breathlessly watched as the ticket taker glanced at her ticket. She had gotten the ticket as a 16th birthday present from her best friend, Rachel Blenning, who was more than 

rich enough to pay for both that and a ticket for herself. The two girls were in love with the Happy Thestrals—particularly John, at least in Layla's opinion, and Tristan in Rachel's.

Too bad John had a girlfriend, like he said in that Teen Witch interview with Zara Catrine.

The ticket taker flicked his wand at both girls' tickets, which lit up with a soft gold glow for half a second before reverting back to normal. The ticket taker waved his hand at the girls. "In."

"Oh Merlin, I can't wait to see Tristan," Rachel squealed, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet. "He is such a cutie."

"John is better," Layla argued back, though her heart wasn't in it. She frantically scanned the large auditorium, where hundreds, maybe even thousands of people had already gathered. Few people were seated—most wanted to be in the small area in front of the stage, closest to the band, and many witches were literally fighting for dominace of the mosh pit.

"This is intense," a low voice muttered behind her. Layla whirled around to see a thin wizard hanging out by one of the shadier exits in the auditorium. His face was in shadow.

"I agree," she shouted, to be heard over the ruckus of the crowd. "I feel bad for the poor Happy Thestrals. They're gonna get mobbed."

"I thank you for your concern," the young man said, chuckling. Layla froze and blood rushed to her face when she realized that she recognized the voice. How many times had she listened to it crooning out the lyrics to her favorite song, Silencio?

"John?!" she choked out, staring into the shadows.

But he was gone.

They were saving If I Were A Dark Lord With Rainbow-Colored Hair for last, of course. Nothing like a mood-lifter to end the concert. But Felix could tell the concert would be a huge success, from the moment he walked out onto the stage amidst screaming and applause to when he began drumming the beats he knew by heart for She Don't Care.

He didn't even have to look at his percussion as he watched John strum his guitar and hum into the magically-enhanced microphone. He could see all the adoring fans cheering and singing along, and he involuntarily broke into a wide grin, shattering the image he was going for—cool and aloof.

But that didn't matter, because he was having the time of his life.



He should have known it was too good to last.

After playing what seemed like thousands of songs, the concert was finally over, and the Happy Thestrals received a standing ovation (most of the audience was already standing, but whatever), the Aurors, who were still paranoid after finding out Voldemort really was back after all, began ushering everyone out. Most people stopped to buy a T-shirt or an autographed animated poster, though.

It had been a huge success, and it got Felix's hopes up. Their career was booming, and they would do well.

Yup, too good to last.

The moment Felix walked out into the street, three hours after the concert was over, he was mobbed by rabid fangirls.

The end, for now :P

You know what to do, REVIEW! Ha, that rhymes xD

Once again, sorry for my absence! I will try to update some other stories now, but I have to do this on my friend's computer; my Word keeps shutting down on me on my own computer -.-

(Note: chapter edited October 6th, 2008)