In These Lyrics

In The Bathroom

Erens POV

My band was going crazy, except for Mikasa who remained oddly calm at the situation. She was sitting in the corner tuning her guitar with a face of stone as we heard people filling the stadium mere meter's from where we were residing.

Sasha sat on a stool a beside me and nervously crunched on some chips, the sound made me even more anxious than I already was. The situation was something I had never experienced. I was just a kid who nobody cared about, who went about his miserable life by selling his body just to live another day. And yet here I was sitting in a small and dimly lit room where on the other side of the wall were thousands of people who paid money from their own pockets just to watch me stand on stage. It was completely surreal.

Just as I finished my dumbstruck thought, the metal door creaked open, and everyone in the room was so deep in their own thoughts that they didn't even seem to acknowledge the new presence. I turned to see a face that looked like a horse with a freckled guy following nervously behind.

"Who are you" I said sounding bored. I heard a huff of irritation coming from horseface. I plucked at my guitar strings absentmindedly.

"We're opening for you, you asshole" The ash blonde guy said irritably. A smaller sounding voice that spoke softly to him, something I shouldn't have been able to hear, but hey, perks of being a bloodsucker right?

"Jean, don't be rude" huh, so Jeans his name.

Haha sounds like something I would name my horse... If I had one, hmm, maybe I could get Levi to buy me a horse...

These absent thoughts ran through my brain as the soft spoken freckled Jesus and horse man argued softly. Suddenly I noticed something. Armin wasn't here. And I don't remember him leaving, maybe he just went to the washroom. I thought quietly. I stood up, placing my guitar on the ground to go and check the bathroom for the small blonde.

I walked out into the hall not even noticing that Jean and his friend had already started on stage. All I noticed were the sounds of so many people cheering as I made my way to the backstage bathrooms.

The hall was dimly lit, but it was no problem for me due to my heightened senses.

I soon approached the door labeled with the male symbol. I pushed it open to be greeted with...

A row of sinks and stalls and urinals.

"Armin! You in here?" I called, but I got no response. I sighed softly, turning to leave the room when a creak was heard resonating painfully in my over sensitive ears. I turned just as two half naked bodies collapsed with slapping sound onto the linoleum tiles of the restroom. My eyes widened comically. The sight burned onto my retinas for life.

Two blondes lay tangled in their own limbs on the floor. Sweat had beaded on both participants foreheads and naked chests. Blond hair sticking to their foreheads and necks. One of the boys was very familiar sand I recognized him the second they burst out of the stall, the second however took me a moment, but I still was able to identify him.

Armin and Erwin were getting off in the backstage bathroom at our concert. How unprofessional.

Armin looked up at me with panicked blue eyes, hastily trying to to shove a certain something back into his pants. He was flushed and sweating, definitely not presentable for a concert, and we were up in about... (I glanced at my sleek white gold watch) 15 minutes.

I looked back at the blonde mess in front to me and only addressed Armin.

"Sorry, no way your getting cleaned up in time" I said coldly, looking him directly in the eyes. His baby blues widened.

"W-what?" He managed to stutter through his aroused haze. I glared coldly at him.

"Your being unprofessional, and this is the price" I said coolly, turning and leaving the room before he had a chance to respond. Now I needed I replacement pianist, and I think I knew just the person.

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I approached my target who was trying to clean the small snack table that was kindly laid out for the performers.

"Levi, you can play the piano right?" I said casually leaning against the table. He turned slowly with a cloth in his hand and his eyes narrowed.

"Why?" He questioned skeptically. I plastered a grin on my face to hide how nervous I actually was in this situation. If he didn't say yes we were screwed, and its not like I'm going to just forgive Armin for his, his... I don't even know, but it was definitely wrong.
"Please Levi, we need you" I paused, considering my sentence a bit more. I looked back into his eyes, grey and swirling with confusion.

"I need you" I said quietly with less confidence, looking back down at my black combat boots shyly. An odd amount of nervousness finally taking hold on my body.

"Yeah, I play the piano" He said nonchalantly, as if not noticing my extreme anxiety over the situation. I looked up slowly, hope lighting my face up causing a smile to roll out onto my face.

"Would you be willing to play for us today?" I said with the smile still plastered firmly on my features while his blank ones morphed into horror and confusion, an odd combo really.

"Why the hell would you ask that, don't you have Arlert?" He asked with a frown. My smile dropped at the mention of my friend, I really wish I could still use him, he is amazing at what he does, but he can't go banging my boss before our show, that's just wrong on many levels. Not to mention how unprofessional it is.

"Something came up" I said simply, he looked unimpressed but still he nodded, even if the agreement was reluctant. Than a look crossed his face.

"Doesn't he play the keyboard though?" I grabbed his hand, already pulling him to the dressing room where we can get him the sheet music and an outfit to match our theme today.

"Its basically the same thing"

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AHH GUYS I AM SOOOO SORRY FOR THE ABSOLUTELY DREADFUL WAIT AND THIS DREADFUL CHAPTER, I hope the next will be better, and quicker, because I want to get this book done with... Thank you for not murdering me and once again...

I am so sorry, I don't even deserve to be forgiven so don't plz