the only origin story of the british national anthem God Save The Queen/The King
i accept is the one stating that it’s a plagiary of a french
song written to celebrate Louis XIV’survival of an anal fistula
Sirius: *rushes past Marlene at the door of the dressing room* Sorry!
Sirius: *grins* Hey… I get ready fast.
Sirius: … No.
Sirius: None of your business Marlene.
Sirius: *grins* *throws his costume on and starts putting on the rest of his makeup*
Remus: *slips into the dressing room, unnoticed*
Marlene: Not one that you’d wanna use on your face! Ask Lucius.
Marlene: I hate him too, but he comes prepared. Unlike you.
Sirius: … What… How did you-?
Sirius: Remus… Fuck… I-
Sirius: I know. I’m… sorry.
Remus: That’s not going to cut it Black.
Sirius: *looks strained* I… Marlene’s an old friend. I met up with her last week. *takes a deep breath* She knew I enjoyed performing, we did some theater together in high school… and… she offered me a job.
Remus: … As a drag queen.
Sirius: *nervously* You’ve been so stressed lately… being sick and…
Sirius: *glares* Knock it off… We’ve been… having a mildlydifficult time making ends meet.
Remus: *snorts* Diplomatic response…
Sirius: I just figured I should start pitching in. Jesus, I’ve been leaching off of you and James since I was 16… *shrugs weakly* I just wanted to take some of the stress off.
Sirius: I mean… Look at me.
Remus: I am looking…
Remus: I don’t know what you were so afraid of…
Sirius: *stutters* It’s… It’s… weird.
Remus: Do you enjoy it?
Remus: Do you like your job?
Sirius: *shrugs, suddenly looking smug* I’m an exhibitionist with killer eyeliner-applying-skills… of course I like it.
Sirius: … You’re kidding.
Remus: I’m 100% Sirius.
Sirius: … You’re an idiot.
Sirius: You’re gonna have to pay extra for that later. Special favors don’t come cheap.