CAN ANYONE PLAY GUITAR? · Y/n story by @prada

The air in Wembley Stadium was thick with sweat and screaming. Eighty thousand voices, all of them singing along to the same chorus, the same chords rattling through the venue’s bones.

Pansy Parkinson

breathless, grinning at the crowd You lot are INSANE tonight! I mean that in the best way!

Theodore Nott

rolls his shoulders behind his kit, sticks twirling She’s not wrong. I think I’ve got permanent hearing damage already.

Draco Malfoy

steps up to the mic, running a hand through damp hair We’ve got a good one coming up next. This one’s called Still Into You—

The crowd erupted again. Draco glanced back at the rest of the band, that easy, practiced smirk on his face. Lorenzo was tuning his guitar lazily, Mattheo was already counting down with his fingers.

Lorenzo Berkshire

a sharp cry, stumbling back Fuck—!

His guitar hit the stage with a discordant screech. Lorenzo clutched his right hand, blood already welling between his fingers where something sharp and metallic had clipped him mid-strum.

Blaise Zabini

rushing over Enzo—what the hell was that?

The crowd noise shifted. Gasps. A few confused cheers. Security was already moving, but the damage was done. Lorenzo’s hand was a mess, and the techs were shaking their heads within seconds.

Theodore Nott

quietly, into his mic He can’t play.

Draco Malfoy

turning to the crowd, jaw tight but voice steady Alright. We need a minute. Give us a minute.

The murmurs from the stage were picked up by the live mics. We can’t finish the set. We need a sub. Anyone in this crowd can play?

Pansy Parkinson

shouting over the noise We need a guitarist! Any guitarists out there?!

A few hands went up in the front rows. But two girls near the barrier were practically jumping out of their skin, shoving someone forward. HER! SHE CAN PLAY! SHE’S BETTER THAN ANY OF YOU, I SWEAR!