Marrying the One I Hate

~It's Okay to be Afraid~

Eren paced around backstage, just as he always did when he had a show to put on. Even though he had been doing this for years now, he still got nervous. His body shook his his pacing drove Ymir nuts.

"Eren, it's okay. You'll do great. Just like always." Krista, his manager, assured, rubbing his arm.

"I'm sorry, I know...it's just hard sometimes. I'm not used to this whole, you're a semi famous rising star!" The brunette exclaimed, the older woman out of all three of them rolling her eyes.

"If my girl Krista here says it's gonna be alright, it's gonna be alright. Stop pacing and grow some. Ain't that right my girl?" Ymir grinned, wrapping her arm around her small blonde girlfriend.

"Thanks for the pep talk Ymir. I feel so much better."

"You're welcome." She nodded, not catching on to his sarcasm.

Eren sighed, glancing out at the full arena. He knew that no matter how many times that he has done and will do this, he'll never get used it. The screaming fans, the autographs, the concerts, the photo shoots. It was all surreal. And hard to believe that after it all was done, he'd go back to his home with his husband and son.

The thought made Eren smile, and when the lights came up, he took a deep breath and prepared himself. Krista giggled at something Ymir said before patting Eren on the back.

"You'll be fine Eren, I know you'll rock that stage." The brunette smiled at his manager, and turned to face her.

"I will. And you'll have so many clients, everyone will want you, Krista, as their manager! I promise." Her eyes widened and she nodded, humming in agreement.

"Thank you."

"You better follow through on that Rogue." Ymir said suddenly, sending him a wink.

"Mm." He then sauntered on stage as the MC introduced him, waving out to his audience.

"Hello everyone!" He screamed out into the mic.

The crowd screamed back with as much enthusiasm as he had, making him chuckle. The people in the front row even tried to reach up and grasp him, various of others shouting his name.

Out here on stage, he was no longer Eren, no, he was just a father and loving husband. In his place, was Rougue, his onstage persona. It wasn't that he didn't like his name, or didn't want to have his fans know who he was. He just knew how the music industry worked, and how they liked catchy pen names and aliases. It would make him more successful than Eren Jaeger would, and Eren wasn't wrong. Rogue was more popular, seeing as nobody really knew the man behind him.

Krista, his manager, also helped a great deal with his persona, building him up from a music/art major to an actual artist. He owed possibly his whole career to his small little blonde female friend.

And then their was Ymir. My body guard. She wasn't necessarily helpful in anyway, besides actually looking scary enough to keep everyone away. The only time she was happy was when she was with Krista, and even then, she became super possessive–threatening everyone that even so much as glanced at her girlfriend. It was pretty intense.

I grabbed my guitar and strummed a chord, making the audience erupt into screams and squeals. I chuckled and shook my head, looking out at the audience.

"Did you guys want to start of slow or start with a nice head banging blood pumper?" The crowd screamed, telling him the answer.

"Alright alright. But you have been warned. This one is a crazy one." He grinned, the drummer beginning to bang on his drum.