Lights! Cameras! Levi?! (a Levi x Reader)

Pre-Audition

After months of binge-watching the great and the horrible Trost District's Got Talent auditions, after hours of intense practice, singing until your throat started hurting you are finally ready to step on that stage and attempt to impress the judges. You've sang your song way too many times, you've studied every great and horrible audition meticulously, now all you have to do, is audition. 

A wave of accomplishment, with a tinge of fitful nerves crashes over you as you impatiently stand in line, with the numbers:

"4129"

pinned on your (favorite color) tea-length dress that ends just by your knees. You wore a pair of matching studded Doc Marten boots as well.

You wait for hours, scrolling through your phone, practicing your song and watching the others disappear behind the curtains of the stage. You are called to get your makeup done, but you don't want a single brush near your face (you aren't a fan of makeup at all). Despite your rejections, they still insist on caking up your face with foundation, smearing a bright-red lipstick on your lips and having a few swipes of mascara on your lashes.  

"You look sooo great with makeup on!" Petra gushes, as she applied a few more coats of mascara on your (already-long) lashes. 

"Umm, thanks, I guess." You said, trying to mask your growing irritation. 

"All, Done!" Announced Petra.

"Great, now let's work on your hair!" Exclaims Oluo.

It's funny how the hair dresser had not-so-great hair (at least it's not Erwin's hairstyle). Oluo's hair was styled in an undercut much like judge Levi's hair only, it looked like a discount version of it. Some say, that Oluo's trying to be like Levi, to impress makeup artist Petra. Although, they're all just rumors circulated by the media. 

Oluo grabs the curling iron and begin working on your hair. Soon, your (hair color) hair hung in gentle waves around your shoulders. Petra hands you a mirror, and you get a quick glance at your reflection. You didn't want to be vain or anything, but you have to admit: You look great! 

You were soon ushered back to the line, this time, you had to line up closer to the stage. You watch and softly hum to your song as the line gradually grows smaller and smaller. Soon, only one person stands in front of you- a short, blonde-haired girl with intimidating, ice-blue eyes; Annie Leonhart.  The name came up several times around your hometown. She has won several local competitions. You've heard her sing before, and she's one hell of a singer. You stare at her some more, wondering how you'll ever top her performances. Especially with her killer looks. She's even more styled-up than usual. Her once-long hair is now chin-length and she sports a short, sparkly, sheath (but classy) black dress topped with an unzipped leather jacket and black ankle heels.  The bundle of nerves unravel inside you, once again. You've heard Annie before, and she completely killed every, single competition. Her very presence intimidates you.  

You quickly shake these negative thoughts out of your head, and focus only on your upcoming audition. 

"I shouldn't worry about others. I shouldn't care. It's my performance, and my time to shine. It's not about everyone else. Although Annie's good (well, "good" is an understatement), I will try to do better. I shouldn't let her bring me down, I haven't even performed yet!" With these thoughts, the bundle of anxiety reduces to half its size. 

You watch as she's being handed a mic and ushered onto the stage. She disappears behind the heavy, black curtain. 

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Levi neatly piles his notes on his little table, and rubs his temples in annoyance, unable to recover from the honorifics from the last act. He clutches his notes and holds them up to his face to hide his flushed expression, reading his negative rant notes of the last contestant over and over while coming up with insults in his head. The horse face-what's his name? Oh yeah, Jean. The brat looked like a horse, and surely sounded like one. A stoned, dying horse that is. And his dance moves....they were....UTTERLY......FRIGHTENINGLY.......HORRIFICALLY......COMPLETELY......TERRIBLY.....DISGUSTING!