Who: Open to anybody who bought a ticket, duh
What: CONCERT!!!
When: Tonight at 7pm
Where: Bertie Botts Stadium
Rating: NSFW (Myron assumes)
Status: Ongoing
If Myron Wagtail was aware of the doubt among Hogsmeade's residents regarding his ability to play, he did not show it. He had always been a musician and performer first and foremost, and tended to go off the rails when he was doing neither-- now that there was a show to prepare for, he was, as Muggles might say, completely in the zone. So what if his 'band' have to be rented musicians and not the rest of the Weird Sisters? So what if he was fronted by a local group that only did covers and had a shitty singer?
The facts were this: he was sold out of tickets in less than a week since he announced the show, and his hand was cramped up and still achey to show for all of that autographing. The Daily Prophet was covering the comeback and WROCK had sat him down for an exclusive. Whoever he'd hired as his new publicist-- she was a pretty blonde thing, he thought her name was Guinevere or something-- had seen to it that Bertie Botts was presentable, they had the sound crew, and everything else was ready to go. Rehearsals in the days leading up to the performance had gone without a hitch.
That evening as Guns and Dragons took the stage he sat in his dressing room, going through the same routines that he'd gone in many previous shows before. He went over the set list, practiced his pitch, meditated. In a slow but sure haze he felt himself
becoming himself again. He was going to start with a bang, with the fastest songs and the biggest hits. He'll keep his ballads after a good portion of the night was done, ease the tempo faster and close out with the biggest chart topper the Weird Sisters ever had.
Tonight will mark Myron Wagtail's return to the music circuit, band or no band.