In These Lyrics

Eren Picks Off My Outfit

Levis POV

Eren dragged me into a room filled with clothes racks, mirrors and changing stalls. He was wearing grey track pants that hung low on his hips exposing the skin around his waist. He had a plain white T-shirt on that somehow managed to make his slim frame look thick and muscular. Around his neck he word a thin silver chain that hung down to the hollow of his throat. His hair was mussed to perfection, spiked and flopping in all of the right places. Not going to lie, he looked hot as fuck.

I felt Eren drag me to one of the many vanities around the room and set me down in one of the chairs that looked like something from off of a movie set. I stared at our reflection. Me, my black hair hanging limply over my forehead and slouched in a chair. Eren standing behind me, a single pale hand on my shoulder, looking like a sex god.

"Alright, we will have to do this quick" his smooth voice said calmly from behind me. I turned to look at him and ask what he was talking about, but he was already on the other side of the room flicking through a rack of clothing. I sighed helplessly and turned back to look at my blank expression once again, secretly admiring the reflection of Erens ass as he bent over to find me a pair of shoes.

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In a short amount of time he arrived back with a lump of monotone colored clothes in his arms. He dropped them on the makeup covered table in front of me and told me to get changed. I picked up the clothing and made my way to one of the changing stalls.

I flicked open the brightly colored curtain to reveal a small room surrounded my mirrors all around. It was only now that I had the chance to look at what he brought me.

It was a black T-shirt that had a plunging v-neck. It came with a pair of light gray track pants just like Erens. I hastily pulled both items on after I stripped off my previous clothing articles.

The shoes he brought for me were black converses with gray, not white, laces. I also pulled those on. And the last thing left of the pile shocked me.

A black and intricate masquerade mask shaped like a foxes eyes and snout. I gently picked it up and walked out of the changing stall with it resting gently in my palm.

I pushed past the colorful curtain to be greeted be Erens face, smirking.

"You look confused Levi" He stated simply with his slim arms crossed against his chest. I frowned and looked pointedly down at the mask in my hand. He laughed, a sound that I needed to push out of him more often. It was a sound that I could wake up to, fall asleep to, and, uh well, do other things too...

"Don't look so worried, everybody in the band gets one for anonymity" He said, his cerulean eyes sparkling. He glanced casually down at he aforementioned watch on his wrist, and his beautiful eyes widened noticeably.

"Shit" He muttered under his breath before, for lack of a better word, scurried to a table with assorted jewelry and papers scattered on the cluttered surface. He snatched two wads of paper stuck together with a staple and shove them hurriedly at my chest.

"No time for a walk through, we are up, like, now" I clumsily wrapped a hand around the papers he passed to me before he grabbed the other one and started to run.

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We passed many doors and security guards, all whipping by in a blur. As Eren held one hand, I used the other to rifle through the sheet music he had passed to me. Luckily the keyboard aspect of there music wasn't to erratic, because if it was I would have completely demolished the show with my out of time key hitting. I just had simple background chords which made my job a lot easier.

We approached a room where the rest of the band (minus Armin) were getting all their shit together before the show. You could tell that their faces were drawn together in anxiety and nerves. I would tell them that there is nothing to worry about, but it's not really my style. Or true.

Eren marched about the room practically glowing with confidence.

I heard the music cut off from the other side of the wall.

Eren continued to grin. How did he do that, pretend that there was nothing to worry about when in 20 seconds we would have the eyes of thousands of people upon us, judging whether he is worthy for the music industry. He is the one who should be the most scared of what is to come. He, after all, is the one this whole show is riding on.

"Ok! You guys ready?" He asked clapping his hands together for energetic emphasis.

I found my mouth quirking up at the corners at the childish excitement that was swimming in his ocean eyes.

"Where's Armin?" Sasha asked nervously around a mouthful of food. Erens confident mask faltered briefly before he muttered his response.

"Change of plans, Levis playing for us" He said turning away from his bands shocked faces.

"He probably can't even play" Mikasa said with a cold grey glare in my direction. Eren grinned.

"Well, nothing we can do about it now, because Armin is no where in sight now is he?" Eren countered effortlessly. Mikasa huffed and turned back to her electric guitar. I turned and gave a nervous smile to Eren who was doing some last minute tuning.

A man I didn't know came and entered the room, whispered something into Erens ear, and left without a word to the rest of us.

"Well guys" Eren said with that confusing half grin of his. I swear, Jaeger was going to be the death of me.

"We're up"

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Ps, did the title say 'off'... I meant out ;)