Hello. It's me. I don't know why, but I really wanted to write a band AU. After months of no inspiration to write, I just got up today saying that I will write.

Eren's shoulders were stiff and shaking as his bottom's apple shook. He stared at the pathetic scene before him. There was no way the boy could hold in his laughter with the way horseface, also known as "Jean", was getting his ass told off by a girl. In truth, Jean had no desire to hit on girls, the boy was gay as the mother fucking rainbow, but he was in denial with himself. Which was why, it was so funny for the Eren to watch one of his best friends try so hard to make a fool of himself. Friends in denial are one of the funniest things the world had to offer. The boy clenched on his green t-shirt as he continued to laugh. His legs, clearly open to see from the boy's short shorts, shook as if daring to fail the boy the luxury of standing.

Eren Jaeger, a senior in high school, was at the mall because his friend asked him out. The boy was of average height, reaching five feet and seven inches. Messy chocolate brown locks fell to his shoulders from his head. Sun kissed caramel skin covered the boy's lean body in every way possible. A single touch could leave any person at peace with the softness of the silky skin. The boy's round cheeks became a deep shade of red all the laughter the rosy lips produced. The boy's huge disney princess eyes stared at the scene with such excitement, that one would think that it was a five year old's birthday. His huge caribbean green, but not really, eyes were the most eye catching quality of the boy's appearance.

"Jaeger! Stop laughing, you cunt," Jean growled as he approached the boy.

"But it's so funny Kirstein. I mean, look at your face now," Eren laughed as he pointed at the handprint on his friend's cheek.

Jean Kirstein, a guy with a face of a horse, was Eren's childhood friend. The both of them went to highschool together. The horse had an undercut that wasn't doing him any good. Especially since the guy had two different hair colors, brown and black. He was a few inches taller than Eren. He was also toner and muscular, since all he ever really worried about was his appearance. Jean may seem like a douche, but he was actually more ethical than most people. He was just shy about it so he channeled it by being a douchebag.

"Shut up! That bitch should've just left instead of hitting my beautiful face," Jean complained.

"What did you say to her?" Eren questioned.

"I just asked her a simple question!" Jean exclaimed. Eren gave his two toned hair friend a skeptical look. "Okay… I asked her if she knew what I liked in a girl."

"And what did you say?" Eren smirked.

"My dick," Jean deadpanned.

Eren bursted out in laughter. He couldn't believe that his friend was so stupid. "Lol, of course you got your ass hit."

"Shut up," Jean ended that conversation. "Anyways, let's go check out some new badass equipment for us."

"Yes, my magnificent stallion," Eren bowed.

"Bitch please, I'm a noble steed," Jean rolled his eyes and then the two of them went off.

They made their way through the mall to the music store. They were going over there because recently a bunch of new music equipment were released. The two of them were in need of new stuff.

The music store was a haven for the both of them and their other two friends, Mikasa and Armin. The four of them together made a band that had yet to be named. Jean was their bassist. Armin was the drummer. Mikasa was the guitarist. Lastly, Eren was their prized singer. The four of them randomly decided to form a band to pass time. As the years went by, the band became something special to them. All they ever did was immerse themselves in music.

Although they had different bands they liked, they all had one liked, more like loved, band in common. They were called "Wings of Freedom." They were also a four person band that has been around for a couple of years. Their bassist was Mike Zachirus. The drummer was Hanji Zoe. The guitarist was Erwin Smith. Lastly, their singer was Levi Ackerman. Their band was signed to a company called The Stone Wall. The company was one of the biggest in the entertainment industry.

Eren admired the singer to the point of fangirl crazy. The boy aspired to be as good as the man or dare he say it, better. The man's voice was an orgasm on ears. Eren couldn't deny that he was hella gay for the man, but wasn't in love with him. No, sir, no, the boy believed in romance over lust.

The two teenage boys reached the music store named "Reeve's Company." The company was the biggest music equipment seller. They had stores stationed all across America. They also knew that the company was the one supplying The Stone Wall with equipment.

Upon entering, Eren felt as if stepped into heaven as per usual. The store was relatively big. There was a section for every piece of music equipment. The carpet was grey and rough. The walls were painted white. On the left, the walls were decorated with guitars, basses, banjos, and more string instruments. Towards the back, behind a door, were the percussions. Towards the back right was where the pianos were displayed. The front right was where the mics were. The far right had dj materials. In the middle of it all, were shelves of software programs and small items like picks and CDs. There was also places to listen to music for trying on headphones. Near the cashier was a flat screen tv that hung on the wall. It truly was heaven.

Jean went towards the basses. Eren chose to look at the mics. The brunette had yet to choose a personalized mic. He currently used a cheap typical mic. He didn't even have a studio vocal mic. However, the last bit didn't bother him as much since they never did demos.

Eren let his hands dance around the mics. The boy knew that he wanted a dynamic mic, but he didn't really understand the other parts of the microphone that made it good. Green caribbean eyes watch tan hands move and then pause on a mic. Eren picked it up and really enjoyed the feel on the mic on his hand. He immediately knew that he was going to buy it. The mic was a bit smaller than usual mics, which was good since Eren's hands were kind of small for a guy. The boy picked up the tag, the mic had a cardioid pattern. The mic came with a stand. The price was something he could afford, so Eren picked one up.

As the brunette walked away with the mic, his eyes caught sight of mic duct tape. Curious, the boy looked at the duct tapes. He didn't know what mic duct tapes were used for. On each different colored duct tape packet, it was said to be used for the mic and cords. They were mainly use to keep the mic cord from breaking. Eren was skeptical, because it really just looked like to be used to personalize the mic. It was like how people started to use patterned scotch tape as a flooring and wallpaper.

Eren was about to walk away, thinking it was a stupid mainstream trend for bands. However, the boy stopped when he saw an interesting color. It was a green duct tape, but not just any green. The green was caribbean green, but not really, a color hard to reproduce. The boy recognized it as a color of his eyes. Over the years, people have constantly tried to name and produce a color for his eyes. In the end, the boy just said his eyes were caribbean green.

The boy picked up the duct tape. Someone had finally produced his eye color. The boy looked at the color, it was called "fairy green." The boy laughed out loud, getting stares. Eren read the description. It said was a new shade of green developed on accident. The boy couldn't help himself as he took it with him as he looked for his noble steed.

The brunette walked towards the basses. He didn't find him, so he looked for his friend at the CDs. He quickly found a horse holding a bass while looking at CDs.

"Yo horseface, I found a mic," I told him as a approached.

"Really, cunt? That's good. I found a bass I think I can stay faithful to," Jean replied.

"Also, guess what?" Eren smirked to himself.

"What?" Jean turned around, giving his friend his full attention.

"I found duct tape for my lovely new mic. Look at this color," Eren snorted to himself as he showed his friend his tape.

"Holy shit, it looks like your eyes!" Jean exclaimed.

"Yea, it's a new color. Guess the name. Please," Eren smiled as he bit his bottom lip.

"What?" Jean questioned. Eren presented the name of the color. Jean bursted out in laughter. "'Fairy green?' Holy shit, that's hilarious, because you're so fucking gay. You shall forever be known as fairy."

"I know right?! I was like, 'how could god love me so much?'" Eren laughed with his friend.

"I can't wait to tell Marco and them about this," Jean shook his head in disbelief.

Marco was their friend. He was like their band's manager. He took care of them and organized their performances. Jean also had a fucking crush on the boy. He had been crushing on him since they met in freshman year. Marco had black hair. He had freckles across his nose as well. He was a bit taller than Jean. The boy was too nice for his own good.

"Yea, I was totally loving this, so I had to grab it. You ready to go?" Eren asked.

"Yea, man. I was waiting for you," Jean replied.

"Aww, the noble steed couldn't leave without his fairy friend," Eren cooed his friend.

"Fuck off," Jean rolled his eyes.

The both of them went to the cashier and paid separately at different cashiers. They cringed as their wallets became thinner. They grabbed their newly purchased items. As they were about to leave, they took a quick glance at the tv. They both immediately paused when they heard a familiar song coming from the tv. "Wings of Freedom" was on the screen.

As soon as the song came up, it disappeared. The teenage boys sulked in disappointment as they were about to leave. They paused once again when the words of the announcer caught their ears.

"That was 'Wings of Freedom.' Would you like to meet them? Have a chance to perform with them? How about, would you like to be signed to The Stone Wall company? If you're excited right now, then you're in luck. The Stone Wall company is taking in video auditions online on their website for a competition. Do you think have the talent to win and sing along with the 'Wings of Freedom?' For more information, please check our website ."

Eren and Jean slowly turned to look at each other as the ad finished.

"Jean," Eren said.

"Eren," Jean said.

"We're fucking going home right now," the both of them said as they ran out the door towards the exit of the mall.

The drive home was silent. Jean focused on driving. Eren just stared straight into nothingness. It felt like a century went on by the time they reached Armin's house. Eren pulled out his keys and opened the door. The two friends went down to the basement where Armin, Mikasa, and Marco were chilling.

"Guys," Jean started.

"We have to," Eren continued.

"Prepare right now," the both of them finished the sentence.

Their three friends looked at them like they were crazy.

Mikasa Ackerman, a girl with raven hair, stood up and walked to Eren. Mikasa was half Japanese and half German. Despite that fact, she looked like the epitome of Yamato Nadeshiko, the epitome of how a beautiful Japanese woman should look or so wikipedia said. Her was just beautiful even Eren, her adoptive brother, couldn't deny it. Her raven hair was long, reaching past her shoulders. When they played, she tied her hair back. Her skin was milky white. She was also the same height as Eren. She was also a strong woman. She'd take any dude down to protect Eren. However, a glare from her black eyes was all that was needed to keep peace.

"Eren, what happened?" Mikasa asked as she put her hands on the boy in question's shoulders.

"Wings of Freedom… their company is having a competition, I think, to see who will perform with Wings of Freedom. We also get signed on the company," Eren replied quickly. "My gawd! I… We have to do this! If we don't, I'll die."

"I'll die too! Guys, we're gonna do this right?" Jean started to laugh.

"Okay, crazy man. We need more details," Armin stood up and walked to the laptop at the table against the wall. "Assuming that you both can't talk properly, I'm going to look it up online."

Armin Arlert, a blonde boy, who stood at five feet and eleven inches. He was almost six feet tall even though it was just a year ago where he was five feet and three inches tall. During the time of his body changes, he was cranky from the pain in his bones. Eren couldn't imagine how powerful a late puberty was. The boy was the smartest of the group, probably one of the smartest in the world. He tied part of his back to keep it out of his face. His hair reached his shoulders. His baby blue eyes hid his sinister side with false innocence. Eren loved his friend from first grade, but he knew not to mess with him.

"Yea, maybe you two should sit down and try to relax," Marco, the ever loving fucking Jesus, said. As if on cue, Mikasa guided Eren and Jean to the couch to sit.

"I'm sure whatever it is, we'll do it," Mikasa reassured them.

"Oh! It looks like they aren't entirely crazy," Armin commented from his spot. "There is a competition going on. It's created and sponsored by The Stone Wall company. Apparently, it's a kind of battle of bands. Right now they're taking in video auditions. 16 bands will be accepted, from there it will be a competition. The winners are decided by the audience as well as the judges. Hey, Wings of Freedom will be there at all times. Oh right, the prize, it's going on tour with Wings of Freedom. The winner will also get signed with the company and will release a single."

"What?" Mikasa asked, skeptical.

"See for yourself," Armin moved aside to let Mikasa look at the screen.

"Oh, it is true," Mikasa said as she started clicking around. "Hey, the form for the video audition asks for a band name. Also, our names and position."

"What?!" Eren exclaimed. "We don't even have a name."

"Yea, because of your, leader," Armin replied with sarcasm.

"Guys, I'm sure it'll be fine." Marco said,

"Wait, our names and shit. It's also a video, so they'll see our faces," Jean stated. "Eren, would you be able to that?"

"Huh? Oh… yea. I forgot about that," Eren pouted as he thought about his stupid circumstances.

"Oh yea, Grisha is going to come and track your ass back there," Mikasa said.

"Ugh! I know!" Eren whined. "But guys… Wings of Freedom. I can't… I need this."

"Then how about we be a no name band and use code names," Armin stated.

"That's perfect! We can also temporarily dye your guy's' hair and hide your faces," Marco offered to the conversation.

"Yes, yes, you guys are geniuses!" Eren exclaimed.

"Wait. So… we're going to be known as no name?" Jean asked for clarification.

Eren thought for a moment. He jumped around in his brain, searching for a better answer. Then suddenly, he stood up.

"Guys! I'd totally call us 'No Name' but that's overrated so I'm calling us 'Nothing,'" Eren said triumphantly.

Everyone looked at Eren as if he was the stupidest man on Earth. Eren looked at his friends and became dejected. He closed his eyes and thought once again. Armin shook his head in disbelief. Mikasa pinched the stem of her nose. Marco chuckled nervously. Jean just stared blankly at Eren,

"How about this!" Eren exclaimed. "We're going to be called 'Nothing' because that's what everyone says we are. So we are going to turn nothing into something. Every time someone says 'it's nothing,' it'll be us on their minds."

"That sounds so fucking corny," Armin commented.

"But it's actually a nice thought. Turning nothing into something. Making those who feel like they're nothing can feel like they can be something," Mikasa argued.

"That's actually a really nice thought. It might work in the world of rock," Marco inputted.

"I don't know why you guys are discussing about this. I actually like it," Jean shrugged his shoulders.

"So… Agree?" Eren gave his puppy eyes to his friends.

"Ugh, fine," Armin said.

"So, it's decided, we're 'Nothing.' Now, what are our codenames going to be?" Jean asked, "Personally, I want to be known as the Noble Steed."

"Jean, somehow I just knew you were going to say that," Armin shook his head and then laughed, making the others laugh.

"Hey man, Imma embrace myself for who I really am," Jean said.

"A horse?" Eren questioned.

"No, a noble steed," Jean clarified.

"I guess I'll go with the Black Knight," Mikasa said. "Without me boys, you guys would be in a lot of trouble."

"Yes, yes, I know. I can't believe I always let Eren puppy eye me into his stupid antics," Armin rolled his eyes. "I guess I'll be… the Strategist."

"Perfect, because no one could ever beat you, my love," Eren joked.

"Oh baby, you know that if you got kidnapped, my hands will become tied. You are my only weakness," Armin replied.

"Aww...if only your boyfriend, Thomas, could hear that confession," Eren cooed.

"Only you baby," Armin smirked.

"Guys, stop," Mikasa deadpanned.

"Lol, you guys are really weird sometimes. I just wanted to say this before I forget. If you guys dressed in black, you guys should have a second color to personalize yourself. I was thinking blue for Armin, red for Mikasa, white for Jean, and green for Eren," Marco said.

"That is a brilliant idea," Jean commented,

"Anyways, what are you call yourself, Eren?" Mikasa asked.

"Um… I was thinking of going for the Hunter, but," Eren pursed his lips. He grabbed his lovely duct tape. He laid it on the table for his friends to see. "I think the Fairy would be more fitting, y'know what I mean?"

Thank you all for reading. You are all loved.