Music Madness

Yay! I'm actually doing a series!

Be happy! This is as unoriginal as it can get though. So, yeah.

Summary: AU. Maka's best friend records her singing an original song without letting her know. Oppurtunities pile up when it goes viral.

Disclaimer: Me do not own Soul Eater.

The young pigtailed girl sighed. "Essay, done. Finally!" She slammed her pencil down and laid back on her chair.

"ANSWER YOUR PHONE! YOUR GOD IS CALLING! ANSWER YOUR-"

"What is it Black Star?" The girl said hastily into her flip phone.

"Sorry Maka. It's me Kid. Did I interrupt anything?"

Maka rubbed her temples. "Yeah, kinda. Just, tell me what you need."

"Actually, it's what you told me you needed."

The girl blinked, then groaned. "I totally forgot. I'm so sorry! I'll be ready in 5 minutes."

"I'll come along in 8." He replied before hanging up.

"Always has to be symmetrical." Maka muttered.

Maka go up and stretched. "I was actually going to think of sleeping. But my session with Kid is much more important."

In 2 minutes, she cleaned up her room. In the another 2, she got changed. For the last minute, she used the bathroom.

Then she waited in her kitchen with some green tea, Kid's favorite.

After 3 minutes, she heard a knock on the door.

'1. 2. 3. 4.' She started counting the knocks. '5. 6. 7. 8.'

"Maka."

Said girl sighed, got up and opened the door. "Why do you always knock 8 times?"

Kid rolled his eyes. "You know why. We've been friends since we were 14." He replied before sitting down and taking a sip of the green tea.

He didn't wear a business suit today like he would usually do. Today, he wore a gray v-neck collared shirt, gray capris, and gray Vans which he had the curtesy of taking off by the door.

Maka found his genetic components weird though.

I mean, who has naturally honey gold eyes and jet black hair with 3 horizontal white stripes that only covered the left side of their hair?

Talk about symmetry.

"I'm sorry that I forgot. I've just been busy lately and-"

Kid held up a hand. "I understand. We all do, there's no need to explain. It must be hard for you already."

"No kidding." Maka sighed. "Did you know my dad has a debt? So all of the money to me in the will, goes immediately to the people he's in debt to. And that wasn't even enough for the debt! I had to use my mom's will money too! So in order to keep this apartment and pay rent, I have to get a job. And not one that gets in the way of college or a low paying job."

Kid tapped his chin. "I'll tell you if there are any openings for a good paying job I know."

Maka smiled. "Thank you."

"No problem Maka." The dark haired boy got up and pushed his chair in. "Shall we start?"

The ash blonde smiled. "Yup!"

They walked into Maka's room.

Kid looked around. "Why'd you color the walls peach?"

She shrugged. "The color soothes me."

The older boy smiled as he stood by the keyboard. "You have the notes?"

Maka nodded and sat on the foot of her bed, next to her keyboard.

At that moment, Kid pressed the record button on the tape recorder secretly.

'She probably will hate me for this, but it's for her own good.'

As Kid played the piano, Maka started singing the song she composed.

Later that evening, Kid stayed up late downloading the song onto the internet.

'88%... 92%... 96%...'

"Finally!" The boy smiled as he played the video.

Maka's angelic voice filled the room.

Now, it was time for his fellow bloggers to rate her.

The beginning is short, I know. I'll update tomorrow if that makes you guys feel better.

Anyways, I have to run.

Please review!