I don't own the song, or Soul Eater.
Crona was feeling depressed. It seemed like all her friends became more and more distant every day. Maka had been spending most of her time with Soul lately. She understood that. They had just started dating, after all. However, Death the Kid attacked her today for not having her hair parted right. She did not like that. To make matters worse, Black Star had started fighting Kid because of that. All it did was embarrass her. To top it all off, Ragnarok, the one person she couldn't escape from, even if she tried, wasn't talking to her. So, yeah. Crona was feeling depressed.
She decided to skip lunch that day so she was wandering the hallways of Shibusen. Some way or another, she found herself at the door to the music room. She walked in and looked at the piano, remembering how it sounded when Soul first played it for her. She never told anyone, but music was her only passion. When she was little, she listened to music all the time and even taught herself how to play the guitar. That is, until Medusa found out and broke her guitar, and all her CDs. Crona cringed at the memory. Then, she saw it. A guitar was just sitting there, looking like it hasn't been played in a while.
Crona picked it up, sat down in the corner, and started strumming it. Crona remembered how she played sad songs when she felt depressed. It never failed to cheer her up. She didn't know if it was the knowledge that someone was as sad as her and wrote this song to prove it, or what. All she knew is that a guitar was something she could deal with. Without meaning to, she closed her eyes and started to sing her favorite song.
I look at you all, see the love there that's sleeping.
While my guitar gently weeps.
With her eyes closed, she could see her soul. An endless desert. She withed the water could come back like it did before.
I look at the floor, and I see it needs sweeping.
Still my guitar gently weeps.
The notes of the first verse drifted out of the music room, into the cafeteria, and onto the ears of a meister with long, ash-blond hair.
I don't know why... nobody told you,
How to unfold your love.
I don't know how... someone controlled you.
They bought and sold you.
In her soul, a snake slithered by. She didn't flinch.
I look at the world, and I notice it's turning.
While my guitar gently weeps.
With every mistake, we must surly be learning.
Still my guitar gently weeps.
I don't know how... you were diverted.
You were perverted too.
I don't know how... you were inverted.
No one alerted you.
Crona could imagine an orchestra playing along with her, when all she had was a guitar.
I look from the wings, at the play you are staging,
While my guitar gently weeps,
As I'm sitting here doing nothing but aging.
Still my guitar gently weeps...
Still my guitar gently weeps.
As the last chords faded away, Crona opened her eyes. What she found when she opened them, was her audiance
The entire school heard her performance, with Maka Albarn at the front. Crona got scared and thought about how she didn't know how to deal with large crowds. Then, the crowd did something unexpected: they started clapping. Some of them were crying, including Maka, who ran to Crona, tears in her eyes, and threw her arms around the pink-haired musician. Crona sang a sad song. It never failed to cheer her up, one way or the other.
Now, if she could only get Ragnarok to talk to her.