Hey. Look, I'm not the best at this kind of thing, and by that I mean being original. Probably. I don't know if this has been done yet or not, but, hey, *shrug* whatever. Anyway, here goes. You know the usual. The disclaimer. I own nothing. Not any of the songs, not the characters. Just the plot. Got it? Great. Let's go!

Eren's POV

Twenty-four year-old Levi Ackerman is one of the most popular singers. At least, I think so. So do my friends and just about everyone I know (Even though I live in a small town in the middle of Missouri). He didn't sing trashy pop music, or stupid country. He had more of a rock/alternative style. I like that kind of music, and my sister had asked if I'd heard of Levi. Mikasa, my sister, had shown me a picture of Levi. At first, I had thought Levi was some fake guy with a cushy lifestyle and music that made the whole genre look bad. I mean, come on. A hot French guy with nice clothes? I don't think so. But then I heard his music. My god, that boy can sing. Mikasa was obsessed, and pretty soon I was, too. He's got a great voice, and he's gorgeous. I've gotten into actual fights with Mikasa about whether or not Levi is gay. I vote for yes, she says no. I guess it doesn't really matter. Even if he came to our city to sing, I wouldn't get to meet him. But everyone's allowed to have their celebrity crush, right? I guess you could say that Levi's mine. I know everything about him. I suppose that's a little stalker-ish, but who cares? I would do anything to meet Levi Ackerman. Ugh. I'm just a crazed fangirl, aren't I? Although I guess I'm a fanboy…

Levi's POV

I am one hundred percent done with fangirls. Can't I have just one fanboy? All these contests for a chance to spend a day with me, and every time it's a fangirl who seems to think she can convince me to fall in love with her, and it's just not going to happen. All I want is one contest where I get to pick the winner. Someone I could pick for no reason and spend time with them. Who knows? Maybe I'd make a friend. Or maybe something more...

But no. Because Erwin, my stupid manager or agent or whatever you want to call him, says that we can't do that. I don't see why not. My friend Hanji thinks it's a good idea. Which, of course, means it's a probably a horrible idea. I should do it anyway, just to piss off Erwin. He's pretty annoying. "Levi, write a song" "Levi, you need to record a new album" Ugh. Like, lay off. Seriously.

Erwin's POV

Where is he? I can't find him anywhere. Levi really needs to stop wandering around the studio. He sits in a dark corner in some remote room in the building and wallows in his angst. It's annoying. Seriously. Of course, he's probably just waiting for me…

As I walk into the room we're supposed to be recording in, and of course Levi's sitting in my chair, looking as bored and angsty as always.

"Come on, Ackerman." I wave him out of the chair and he groans.

"I don't want to record your stupid song, Eyebrows." I try really hard not to roll my eyes. He's been like this a lot lately. I shove him towards the adjacent room.

"Don't call me that. And when will you learn that you have to do this if you still want to be a famous singer?" I close the door and sit in the chair. Through the glass, I see Levi sigh and put on his headphones. I turn on his microphone. His voice rings out.

"When will you learn that I also want to have some kind of life?"

We have an argument like this everyday. He won't give it up. He wants a boyfriend, a life outside of his music. What he wants is possible, but... If he wants it, he has to be willing to throw away his musical career. He knows that, but he insists on being stubborn anyway. I sigh.

"I would love for you to have your little boyfriend, but unfortunately, you're not a big enough name for that yet." My words are sincere, but Levi rolls his eyes.

"For what? A relationship? I didn't think I had to be world famous for that." I sigh. Of course he doesn't get it.

"Look, can we argue about why you can't be openly gay yet later? You have a song to record." Levi looks away and I tense up, expecting him to fight back. But then he looks back and nods. I'm actually really surprised. I shrug and start up his music for him. Levi has problems working with his band, so unless it's a concert, we usually just pre-record his music for him. Right as he's supposed to, Levi takes a breath and starts to sing.

"I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then i walk alone

Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, aah-ah,
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah

I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line
Of the edge and where I walk alone

Read between the lines
Of what's fucked up and everything's alright
Check my vital signs
To know I'm still alive and I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then i walk alone

Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, aah-ah,
Ah-ah, ah-ah

I walk alone
I walk a...

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk a...

My shadow's the only one who walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone... "

Levi finishes singing and opens his eyes. When recording, he has a habit of closing his eyes while he sings. If you watch closely, he does it sometimes at concerts, too. He sighs and takes off his headphones.

"Look," he says, "I know that was horrible, but can I go? I have something planned with Hanji." I sigh. Not only does he constantly think he has a terrible voice (which he doesn't), but he's made plans with his friend. She's not that bad, just a little odd. He hangs around her too much, I think. She'll infect him with her crazy ideas.

Levi rolls his eyes. He knows exactly what I think of Hanji.

We have a brief glaring match before I sighed again.

"Fine." I say. I made a deal with him. One song a day. Making him stay here and record another would break that deal. "Go hang out with your weirdo friend. You better watch it, though. You've had a lot of paparazzi lately. Hang out with her too much, and they'll start saying you're a couple." Hanji is not the kind of person Levi needs to be with, now or ever. Levi gives a half smile.

"I know. Haven't you heard? Apparently we're secretly engaged to be married and she's pregnant with my twin sons." His voice drips with sarcasm and humor. I chuckle.

"You and Hanji?" I say. "I don't think you'd last a day as a married couple." Levi has already started to leave.

"Who said I was talking about her?" He says. "According to the internet, she's got the twins and you're my fiancé." He grins over his shoulder at me and leaves. I shake my head slightly and get to work editing his song.

Levi's POV

After I leave, I walk out of the building to find Hanji waiting for me. She runs over to me and hugs me. I shove her off. Hanji might be taller than me, but I'm stronger than her. She's grinning like an idiot. I sigh.

"What've you done this time?" She squeals and practically bounces.

"Okay, so you know that guy that Erwin talks to to set up those contests where the winner gets to do whatever it is? You know, like, meet you or whatever? Well, I talked to Erwin and got permission to talk to the guy and we set up a contest and-" Hanji pauses and takes a deep breath. "You get to pick the winner of this contest, so it can be anyone!" She's grinning like an idiot, and pretty soon I am too. This is what I've wanted, and she knows it.

"Hanji, you're great." I let her hug me and she squeals.

"I know!" I chuckle. Hanji can be pretty annoying, but sometimes she makes me laugh.

"So," I say. "What's the contest?"

"All they have to do," she says, "is write a song. Then you pick which one you like best."

"Sounds good." I say. Hanji grabs my hand and starts to drag me to her car. I, of course, protest.

"Han- Hanji! Hanji! Where are we going?!" We reach her car. She grins and shoves me inside.

"To go film commercials and take photos!" Hanji gets in the car.

"For what?" I ask. She has a problem with not finishing her sentences.

"For your contest, silly!" Hanji's grinning like an idiot and driving like an even bigger idiot. I sigh.

"Right..."

Could have been worse, I guess. Oh well. Review and all that. In case I didn't mention it earlier, I don't own Green Day's Boulevard of Broken Dreams. I only own the au and the plot. I guess. Ah, look at the time. Gotta blast, kiddos. Laters!

~K