What would usually be regarded as a nice treat, an exciting event to look forward to, had now become work. Originally it was just an easy end to an annoying argument though, admittedly, Remus was almost glad to share this event with someone he thought could appreciate it. He wasn't exactly positive that Regulus would fancy the London Symphony Orchestra, but hell, why not try? Unfortunately, the ordeal had triggered a round of rows that Remus wasn't fond of. Thus, the night now had a natural air of discomfort for him.
Once Remus had showered, he put on the best suit he had - the Music Hall required a nice dress code - but that suit was from a thrift store. Although it would pass the Hall's conditions, it certainly wasn't anything fabulous and yet he still adored it, tied to the memories it held in the very fabric. Then he began waiting, pacing around the small house in anticipation because he had no idea what the night had in store for him.
As soon as the fire place roared in the distance, Remus made his way to the living room, just catching his the pair of names. "Hello," he smiled, despite the nerves, "er, Sirius isn't here." His eyebrows pulled together in a confused manner and he glanced around the squalid room self-consciously; why would he ask for his brother here?