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Eren leaned over to the blond kid sitting beside him. He was absentmindedly tapping the drum sticks against the back of his head.
 “I can't believe Marco would just ditch us like that.” He cried. The mall's food court wasn’t that busy. 
Armin looked up at him. “Yeah, but it wasn’t his fault.” He said.
 Eren sat back he had been trying to see the flyer the other boy was designing. “I hope he gets better. But we need a singer!” 
“I don’t see why you don’t sing.” Armin said. Eren banged a drumstick off of his blond head. 
“Because then we would need a drummer!” he whined. “Besides, Mikasa and I together strange front, not a good idea.” He pointed out.
“Ok, done.” Armin flipped the tablet over. There he had designed a flyer looking for a lead singer. It gave Eren's address and telephone number along with this coming Saturdays date for auditions. Armin had even added most of the songs they played.
“If we can find someone who knows these songs and is actually good, we still maybe in the running for the house band at The Scout Regiment.” Eren said.
“We only have a week to find someone. Then a month to get them up to par with us.” Armin frowned.
“Yeah, plus Mikasa.” Eren looked away. His adopted sister was something else to get used to. He sighed. This was nearly hopeless.
“It’s late we better get down to the copy shop.” Armin said. They rushed out. Neither one seeing the short raven-haired male sipping his tea around the post from their table. When Armin had held up the tablet to Eren, the raven haired guy had been ready. He snapped a picture. He enlarged it now reading over the information.
Levi had sat here because he had recognized the coconut headed lead guitarist. He had heard the band play the night before. They had been very good. The problem was the lights over the drummer had been dim. He hadn't seen those sea green eyes until he sat down today. The guy was gorgeous. Levi stood and walked out of the mall.
Night was closing in and he had to get home. Not that anyone would be there. Kenny was out on another one of his gambling business trips leaving his nephew to fend for himself as always. Levi had school the next day. He strolled over to the black pickup truck, unlocking the door and climbing in. The light no sooner went off when he saw the pair, he had been stalking earlier come out of the mall. Both had their arms filled with papers.
They went from car to car placing them on the windshields. Levi shut the truck off and waited. Sure, enough the tall dark haired drummer flipped up his wiper blade and stuck a bright yellowish green flyer under it.  He let it snap onto it holding it in place before heading off to the next car.
School the next day was a drag, as always for the hyper teen. Eren found it even harder to concentrate. Marcus had suddenly told them after their last gig that he had some strange illness. His family were taking him to specialists in another country to try and see if he could be cured. Eren felt bad. They guy was only seventeen, after all. Yet it so left the rest of them in a bind, as they had been working hard to get the open house band slot at the new teen hang out. 
Armin smacked him again when he failed to hear the bell ring. Eren jumped up following his shorter friend out the door. He wasn't watching where he was going and smashed into someone. Eren stopped to look down at the kid he had just bowled over.
“Oh, sorry!” he cried reaching down to pull the kid onto his feet. 
“I didn’t see you.” He blushed when he realized how small the kid was. Steel grey eyes met his, they looked like molten silver. The face around them, though strikingly handsome, was set in a firm glare.