Disguise (Levi/ Rivaille Fanfiction)

Chapter Eleven

Sophie’s Pov

“Calm down you’ll be fine.” Jean assures me as he bounces Benji on one leg.

I check my make-up once more before turning to look at them. Today was the day of the performance and one day away from me dating Levi for a week. I almost forgot that I was performing with Jean and Marco until they came in talking about it. They told me to just wear a nice casualish dress with some nice jewelry and bad-ass shoes. So I just opted for what I would wear for performances back in college, which consisted of a whole lotta black and gray.

“Uh huh, says the guy who does this for a living.” I return.

Jean rolls his eyes as Marco comes into the room with a small glass of scotch, “Drink.” He instructs. As I take the glass he begins to speak again, “Just relax, people are going to realize that it’s you from our old Youtube videos and then we’ll all have a good time on stage. After that you’ll never have to do this again.”

“Yo man don’t say th-.” Jean starts.

“As I said, you won’t have to do this again if you don’t want to.” Marco overrides Jean and gives him a bone-chilling look.

I hug Marco tight, “This is why I love you more the Jean.” 

“Hey!” 

“Oh be quiet you know she’s kidding. Now come on we have to get move on if we want to make it there in time.” Marco struts off in his business ‘mother hen’ mode as Jean and I liked to call it. He always got like this when there was a show or a gig to get to. The two of us shrug at one another and I take Benji into my arms. 

We hurry off into the limousine. The nervousness is still bubbling in my stomach, though perhaps that’s the scotch. Benji is fascinated by the limousine and all of its workings. However I had to put a stop to his fun when he tried to drink some wine, thinking it was juice. That was a bit of an awkward explanation because he didn’t understand that Wine was different than grape juice and he was annoyed. 

“No baby you can’t have that!” I sigh in annoyance.

“Juice want!” Benji screams, tossing a tantrum. It was days like this that I wondered why I tried. 

“Dude, we’re going to get you some juice as soon as we get there. I promise.” Jean cuts in. 

“Do they even have any there?” I mouth to him. 

Jean looks nervous as he pulls out his phone and sends a text. It’s only about a minute later when he lets out a curse in Spanish. I groan, that means there’s not anything for him there. Time for me to see if I can pull in a favor. The first person I go to is Levi. Hopefully he’s still in an area where he can hopefully pick something up on his way over.

To: Levi
Hey I have a question… 

It only takes about a minute or two before I get a reply back. Flipping it over to the texts I smile a bit.

From: Levi
Okay go ahead, just know that I’m not going to take you away from this performance.

To: Levi
No, no, nothing like that. I just wanted to know if you’re there yet.

From: Levi
No, why?

I feel like dancing at my luck. Situating Benji a bit better I start typing at lightning speed.