A.N: HELLO! I am undeadTyrant, Jesus I just got into the Soul Eater fandom. Yeah, so this might or might not be OOC (I haven't finished reading the manga, stuck in chapter 77 and haven't finished watching the anime). This is somekind of AU that I came up with when I was about to go to sleep. (Jesus Christ) HOPE YOU'LL ENJOY!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SOUL EATER IN ANY KIND OF WAY!

Maka Albarn, in a word was currently depressed. She played with the strings of her red bass as her mind travelled, thinking about where her band is supposed to go. They are just another small band with her as the bassist, Soul as the pianist and Black Star as the drummer and they don't really have any songs to play with and they don't really have a vocalist and also a guitarist. They did tried singing (all of them actually) but it just turned out bad. Maka's voice would waver and it's so thin that sometimes Soul's keyboard would hide her voice, Soul is all about screaming (they're a rock band not a metal band) and Black Star… who can play drums while singing?

She threw herself on the nearest couch, sitting on it as she laid her bass on her thighs. She sighed, "What should we do guys? We don't have a vocalist, we don't even have a guitarist, not even a song!" She asked, but there's no response. "Guys?" She said once again and actually paid attention to the room she's currently in (her band's training room) there's no one. She laid her bass on the couch before standing up, "guys?" Then she heard some snickering and the sound of a guitar playing.

"Are you worth your weight in gold?
Cause you're behind my eyelids when I'm all alone
Hey, stranger, I want you to catch me like a cold.
You and god both got the guns, when you shoot I think I'd duck."

Maka opened the door of the band room which directly leads to her house's living room. She folded her hands in front of her chest as she walked closer to the two figures that she's awfully familiar with sitting in front of a laptop screen with a picture of someone playing a guitar? Sound of bass and drums companying his singing.

"I led the revolution in my bedroom and I set all the zippers free.
We said, "No more war, no more clothes!
Give me peace.
Oh kiss me!""

"He's awesome Black Star!" Soul commented as he continued watching the guitarist. "Ho ho! Of course! My taste can never be off! YoungMeister is the best!" Black Star replied not realizing the familiar figure walking closer to them. Until, "MAKA CHOP!" "AAAAAA!"

Until they were hit with Maka's familiar, painful Maka Chop. Both Black Star and Soul winced as they rubbed their head. "I thought we were supposed to practice," Maka said, Soul huffed, "It's not like we have anything to practice to," "Yeah, besides, we've practiced for 3 hours, let's just rest and watch," Black Star added. Maka only sighed before she said "scoot over" and joined the group.

"Hey! Hey! We are a hurricane!
Drop our anchors in a storm.
Hey! They will never be the same,
A fire in a flask to keep us warm.
Cause they know, I know
That they don't look like me.
Oh, they know, I know
That they don't sound like me."

Now it was clear to her, the guitarist was rather anonymous. He wore a skull mask and a black coat that covered his head and his whole body and white gloves to cover his hands. His fingers moved swiftly despite of the heavy clothing, and his voice were still clear despite of the funny looking skull mask with 3 sharp ends.

"You'll dance to anything!
You'll dance to anything!

Oh I'd confess, I'd confess, in a room where I'm blessed.
But he didn't come and speak to me,
Or put my heart at ease.
And I believe that half the time
I am a wolf among the sheep
Gnawing at the wool over my eyes."

Without realizing it, Maka is enjoying the music. Her head bobbing to the beat while her fingers pretending that they were strumming the strings of her bass. She heard a snicker from her left and saw Black Star snickering at her, "What?" "I knew you'll like him," said Black Star. "Yeah, well, he's just that good,"

"I led the revolution in my bedroom and I set all the zippers free.
We said, "No more war, no more clothes!
Give me peace.
Oh kiss me!""

It seems like forever and they were drifting along with the lyrics. They were east to memorize and they were on repeat, the same thing each time and without they knowing the song ended. The guy seemed to cough before he talked with a rather robotic voice. "Thank you for watching, "the guitarist nodded and the screen went black.

Maka blinked. "That's all?" Black Star started snickering again, "I know you'll like him, he has a live stream account and also a website if you want to see," "He made the songs all by himself?" Soul asked, Black Star only chuckled, thinking about how smart he was. "Of course, aren't they great?" Maka only nodded at Black Star's words; to have a member like that on her band, it will be awesome but… the probabilities are—"WE NEED SOMEONE LIKE HIM ON OUR BAND!" Black Star shouted. "How can we recruit him? He's like a superstar!" Soul said.

"There is nothing that can't be done if you put a lot of effort in it! Especially if it's the almighty Black Star who shall surpasses God who does it!" Maka only raised one of her eyebrows and looked back at Soul, " there's Chrona, we can recruit her as a guitarist," "She plays the guitar?" Soul asked, "Not that good but she can play,""HEY! PAY ATTENTION TO THE MIGHTY BLACK STAR!"

Maka and Soul looked at Black Star with an uninterested look. "And how are you going to recruit him?" Soul asked, with a rather mocking tone, "You'll see! I'll recruit him for sure!" Black Star said as he stormed out of the room.

"Black Star your laptop!" Maka shouted and suddenly Black Star came back and take his laptop saying a "thank you'' to Maka before leaving again. Maka sighed, "I have no idea how to handle that guy," Soul only chuckled, "Neither do I, but let's just leave him be, see how far he gets within the next 2 weeks," Maka nodded, "Yeah, I suppose," as she heard Black Star shouting about how he will surpass God from outside her house.

Reviews please. :3 I'll turn this into somekind of chappie once I know how the readers react to it.