"Maka, those dishes aren't gonna wash themselves and you're not getting paid to watch the pianist" Maka rolled her eyes and took her attention from the pianist to her money hungry boss and sadly stepmother. " You don't even pay me" she spat out. "Your pay is being able to live under my roof" "you mean my father's house" Maka mumble to low for her stepmother to hear. She signed and walked toward the pile of dirt plates and bowls that need wash she knew she wasn't gonna be done when this places closes. Not only did she have to do the dishes but she had to clean the tables and mop the floors and stock everything. " I'm leaving now, be a doll and lock the place up for me will ya" she throw her the keys and gave her a crooked smile " Have fun" Maka rolled her eyes and she put on headphones and started working.

Soul sat looking at the white and black keys in front of him. He thought about all the things he could play, all the music that could just pour through his finger on the the keyboard he could just imagine himself playing but the only problem was that it wasn't classical music which in parents eyes thinks that the best thing for him and won't let him play anything but classical. He never really like classical music, but was more of a jazz, and soul or R&B and whenever he heard it, he could see himself playing it on the piano. On his free time when he's not playing for people or at his lessons he plays for as long as he could. He looked toward the last crowd of the night, waiting to hear his music he sighed and start playing the music with no emotion.

Maka continued to washing the dishes as she hummed the song she knew without even having to listen to it because she her father would sing it all the time when he was home. She smiled at the thought of him playing the piano as she used a brush as her microphone and she sung. He always said she had the unique beautiful voice but I never believed him. And now she was stuck with his witch of a wife.

Her dad was still alive but he was in the army so when does see him it was rare and just about every time he came she tried to take him away from her but the times that she didn't or when her dad declined which gave Maka a buzz of pleasure, he would take her out to their favorite restaurant which was his and get the same thing and sit in the same seat right next to the window with the giant sign outside that held the same story her dad would tell every time which led to how he met her mother.

Her mother was so sweet and always had a smile on her face even when she was sick and not feeling her greatest. Her and her father would do their best to make her happy by entertaining her with their music. She passed away when Maka was 13. Her dad and her took it really hard but up until she was 15, he done a good job being a father and a mother. Until, he met that gold digging good for nothing women Tina who claims she loves him, came into their lives and ruined maka's. After they got married he joined the military leaving Maka with her.

She makes made Maka work for nothing without her dad knowing. Maka decided not to tell her dad because she saw how happy she made him despite the fact that she used him. Then her dad decided to marry Tina which made Maka realize that she had no choice to call this women her stepmom and work until she can save enough money to leave. On the days she had off she worked but she didn't tell anyone about the job because she no if Tina found out, she would find some way to make her lose her other job and make her work even more time in that restaurant she use to call home.

Maka went out into the restaurant and grabbed the dishes off the table and listen to the pianist. The music was beautiful like always but Maka heard him play better before but it wasn't classical. It was something different but it had such a raw unique and beautiful sound. It was a sound that had emotion unlike his classical music. Maka remembered the first time she heard it, almost brought tears to her eyes. After listening to it enough she make up little song that goes with it humming it as he played but he never noticed because he was too consumed in his music.

The last crowd applauded him and started to exit except one guy who seemed to be taking note of his playing. Soul's parents went up to the guy expecting to hear good news but instead the guy stood up said " It has no feeling or emotion" and with that he got up in left. Soul's parents went up to him not pleased with what just happened." What's wrong with you, you had the opportunity to play with one of the best classical musicians and you blew it" his father said. " Yeah and after all that money we spent on teachers and pianos this is how we are repaid." His mother spat out and all Soul can do was sit and listen. They left with saying another word to their son. Maka watched the whole thing as she cleaned the tables. The restaurant was filled with silence. Maka looked at the guy who seem pretty beaten down. She mustered up the courage to say something not knowing what reaction she would get from him and said

" I don't think it was bad" he looked at Maka who was expecting a smart remark or some sorta outburst of anger but, instead he just said " Thanks but that's not how I really want to play" she was shocked by his response but, she wanted to hear more. " What kinda music do you play." he softly laughed " A little bit of everything I guess." Maka put down the dishes and slowly walk to the piano. " You think I could listen to it?" she asked. He looked at he in shock "Um, sure, I guess" he sat in his chair comfortably and started to play hitting the keys with his long, tan fingers as they softly glided across the board. Everytime he hit the keys they would play this unique beautiful chord. Maka stared in awe. It one of his best performances yet. She closed her eyes as she listen to the melody and buried herself into the music feeling as it gave her goosebumps of pleasure. Without her realizing it, she started to sing. Soul glance at her as she sung. Her voice was so beautiful and pure. Soul continued to play and tried to follow her singing getting entangled on the soft pure sound of her voice.

Meanwhile a certain guy from earlier that was taking notes happen to forget his phone in the restaurant. He rolled his eyes and stepped out and ran back into the restaurant before it could close. As he entered the restaurant he could hear music. He stopped and took time to listen to the music. It was nothing he has heard before and he wanted more. Quickly, he pulled his notepad and recorder from his bag and walked in. Inside most of the lights were off except the one on the stage and there they were. Soul playing on the piano and Maka singing. He watch them as he feverishly took down notes. He watched the chemistry between them as they combine their music together. He would glance up at her from time to time and smile as she sat on the piano with her eyes close as she sung her heart out not realizing how entangled she was into the music. When she stop singing he ended on a beautiful chord

Before the two could say anything could say to each other guy came rushing over to them in shock and awe. " That was amazing. Where did that come from. Ten minutes ago you music sounded like crap but that." he paused " I have never heard anything like that it's incredible and you" he turned towards Maka causing her to blush "you have a voice of honey and gold" he held out his hand "My name is Derrick and how would you guys like to make a deal"