Loves Chorus (Singer! Reader x Actor! Levi x Model! Petra)

(Name) (L/n)

(Name) = Your Name
(l/n) = Last Name
(Nickname) = Nickname

(h/c) = Hair Colour
(h/l) = Hair Length

(s/c) = Skin Colour

(f/c) = Favourite Colour

Reader is 26 years old in this story...

~This chapter is narrated in third person~

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I do not own Levi or any of the AOT characters! But I do own this story, please do not copy this plot.

I also do not own this song. 

♡ Enjoy the ride ♡

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"(N-A-M-E)!!! (N-A-M-E)!!!"

Chants, shrieks and screams resonated throughout the entire stadium as (Name) belted out song after song, your adrenaline pumping vigorously through your veins.

The glowing spotlight shone upon you, making your radiant (s/c) skin glow through your (f/c) custom-made, Victorian-inspired bodysuit which consisted of (f/c) french floral laces, hand-embroidered pearls, diamond crystals and glass beads.

Your physique rocked to the rhythm, your mind fixated on the choreography you had learnt off by heart. Camera's roamed around the stadium, capturing every nook and cranny of your figure.

You wanted everything to be perfect.

(Name) (l/n) was a beautiful, multi-talented, hard working first class idol and a world renowned Coloratura Mezzo-Soprano loved by millions, which earned you many awards and recognition. Although you were a very successful and adaptable human, there was one thing that you always yearned for: PRIVACY. Something every celebrity struggled with. You loved your beloved fans and occupation to death, but you absolutely loathed the paparazzi's and tabloids. They were everywhere, making fake rumors and turning personal matters into World War III. They made your life harder and personal life, well... not so personal.

Nevertheless, you try your best to ignore them and continue to do what you love, making you quite the ambitious singer. Somehow you managed to keep your love life confidential, giving you an angelic and innocent image in which you maintained.

The concert was about to draw to a close as (Name) took a small breather before the last performance. The backup dancers dispersed and you placed the shimmering cordless microphone back on its stand as the piano started playing. The crowd goes wild once they hear the backing track and recognized the song that shot you fame. As the piano continued to play, (Name) couldn't help but smile from ear to ear, the diva facade being now long gone.

After a deep breath, you began your speech. A speech that came directly from the heart.

"One day you'll meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you'll feel more connected to this stranger more than anyone else... Closer to them than your closest family. Perhaps this person carries within them an angel, one sent to you for some higher purpose, to teach you an important lesson or to keep you safe during a perilous period. What you must do is trust in them. Even if they come hand in hand with pain or suffering, the reason for their presence... will become clear in due time."