A little drummer boy, so obsessed with music, socialising wasn't even a thing anymore. Dressed in band merch, nobody actually spoke to him, and he spoke to nobody. Well, almost nobody. He had a few friends. None that actually truly cared for his well-being, but would act as if they did.
"Levi!" A teenager boy shouted, from the edge of the cafeteria.
The smaller boys head turned around, with his being ran through his brown hair and pushing it up a little.
"Sup?" Levi's voice was a quiet little whisper, in comparison to the noise that was taking place around him.
The friend responded, with his hands stuffed in the black jacket he was wearing. "Nothing nothing, I was just wondering where you was heading since you were alone."
Levi fidgeted with the zip on the leather jacket he was wearing. He had a Nirvana shirt underneath, because he likes to think he is just that punk rock.
"I was just going to the music room, I figured I'd just... hone my skills a little bit" Levi looked up and struck a smile at the unnamed friend.
The friend patted Levi's shoulder and smiled. "Sure you're okay? You spend half your life drumming, and singing."
Levi giggled a little, putting his head down, avoiding anyone being able to see. "Yeah, I'm fine mate. Just.. You know, maybe all of this will pay off one day."
Levi walked off, in the opposite direction, heading for the music room.
When he arrived, Levi noticed nobody else was around and felt it was a prime opportunity to just get carried away with drumming. Although, it sounded weird to anybody else, just a drum, no guitar or vocals - it was gold to Levi's ears. He started quietly singing to himself, since he would rather nobody heard. The drums and vocals matched that of Green Day's "American Idiot" which was perceived by himself as ironic as he was not at all American.
Once Levi was done, he set the drumsticks down on the stool he had been using, and left. He took off his leather jacket and carried in his hand, walking around in a sleeveless Nirvana shirt (of course, he made that sleeveless himself - again, a reflection of the punk rock persona he liked to think he had.)
By the end of the day, Levi was at home. More specifically, in his room. He had his feet up against the wall, with Arctic Monkeys playing. As cliche and as tumblr as the situation was, Levi decided to just scroll through Twitter.
A random notification appeared in the notices section of his Twitter. This left Levi a bit confused as he was anti social and never really expected anybody to initiate on conversation. Levi looked at the name, and didn't really pay attention to the handle. He quickly read the tweet. "Hey!"
Okay, simple... After a few sweet minutes of.... "Extensive research"... Levi had figured out that this girl could play bass guitar. Suddenly, a cog turned in Levi's brain, and his face light up with intelligence inside of this newly thought of idea.
