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The studio lights hummed with a low, electric vibration, casting jagged shadows across the room and heightening the suffocating tension. Remus, seventeen and wired with a fierce, quiet determination, shifted the weight of his bass guitar, his gaze sharpening as he processed the manager's latest vulgarity. The air felt thick, charged with a dormant rebellion. Beside him, Sirius, James, and Peter stood like statues, the sudden, crushing weight of their rising fame pressing down on their shoulders. Tom's voice sliced through the silence, dripping with a dismissive, arrogant boredom. "For fuck's sake," Tom deadpanned, looking at them as if they were defective equipment. "You guys are so stiff. Don't any of you have sex?" Silence stretched out, heavy and awkward. Remus narrowed his eyes, his p…