#littleblondreader

"Who does this shitty blond brat think he is?!"

Okay, so maybe Jean was terrified of starting college and just a smudge anxious about his classes and okay, he was horrified to meet his roommate. He'd heard all sorts of horror stories about people being total creeps and slobs and sometimes even control freaks. And he just hoped to god, whichever one, that his roommate would be none of the above and perhaps nonexistent, because they bailed or the college told him he had a roommate to make him feel better about him not having one or something, but when he opened the door, he was pleasantly surprised to see that the room was empty. So, maybe that latter option was stating to seem very plausible and Jean, who had begun to nervously chew on one of his lip rings, was starting to like that idea. Maybe they were late, but it didn't matter, because the boy got to choose his bed. Of course, he went with the one farthest from the door. He liked his privacy, after all. His possible roommate was just going to have to deal with it.

Lugging his boxes and suitcase into the room, the dual toned male began to decorate his side of the room, putting dark sheets on his bed and taping various band posters to his wall. He was standing on a desk chair to do one section of the wall and he could already feel it roll away from where he wanted it. Clicking his tongue ring against his teeth, Jean tried to stay in place as he straightened up a Mindless Self Indulgence poster from their last concert. What Jean didn't expect was the sound of the door opening and he could feel the chair roll away from under him as he tumbled to the floor. He couldn't even speak, seeing as he'd made a fool in front of his roommate and they hadn't even walked through the door. The boy was mortified and could feel his head throb from where he nicked his forehead on the edge of his desk. Luckily, his face was facing away from the door, so at least the other male was yet to see the metal in his face and he was already dreading the moment they decided he was some pierced freak that was a total spaz and wasn't worth their time. Maybe he should've listened to his mom about taking his piercings out, but he liked them all too much, even the eyebrow piercing he secretly got when he was 14. His thoughts were interrupted, though, by a very sharp pain in his forehead. Jean didn't see any blood, but who could say he didn't have a concussion or something.

Audition time. The one time of the year Levi absolutely dreaded and loved at the same time. There were always good and bad dancers and of course, there was the matter of knowing how to dress in drag, which most did, surprisingly enough. Even though this type of entertainment wasn't too popular in this town, there was somehow always many people that came for auditions, some that seem to come every year, like they didn't get the message the first time around.

The group seemed pretty decent, which was a slight relief to Levi. "Listen up," he walked into the studio, door slamming behind him as he walked to the front. "I'm Levi, you're auditioning and you will listen to everything I say and you will watch my every movement. His co-instructor, Erwin, chuckled as Levi shot a glare at him. He knew there was some sort of lame dad joke coming from him, but the tall blond kept his mouth shut, thankfully. Pacing around the room, the male continued. "If you don't know how to dress in drag, how to sew, or how to dance; leave. You're gonna be turned down and it's better to go now before you get rejected." Some people in the group shifted uncomfortably, but they stayed put. "Now, this is a serious fucking deal. I've shit, coughed and sneezed up glitter during the years I've worked here. You will be covered in the stuff and there's no avoiding it, so if you can't handle that, just leave. I don't care how talented you are, I'm not hearing any kind of complaining during shows." He finished his speech and glanced around the room, noticing a couple people leave.

"Now that we have all of that out of the way, let's start with the auditions." Erwin started the music as Levi began to lead the stretches. He wasn't going to have anyone cramp up on him.

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