my meister. soulxmaka CH. 1

I stuff my hands into my pockets
"I start at the DWMA soon and I don't even have a meister" I mumble to myself as I stalk around my apartment
"And on top of that I have to play piano at that stupid party tonight"
I make my way to my room, opening my closet and taking out my black suit with the white stripes, and a red tie.
I grin "whatever, they're paying me"
I put on my suit and take of my head band; I turn to look in the mirror. my eyes looked more red than usual.
"Am I not good enough to have a meister...? I just don't understand...how uncool"
I walk out of my apartment and down the street towards the party, taking my time as I do so.
The moon was shining bright leaving a glow on everything it touched, reflecting its light off a puddle.
Before I knew it I was standing in the door way of the house. The house was a huge black and red machine, with a lord death skull knocker.
I pull at my tie and knock on the door
"Soul! You're here" he says directing me into his oversized house
"Yeah, I said I would be"
He was an older guy, drown hair, wealthy...loved by most.
"Here's the piano" he tells me
Although he's loved by pretty much everyone in Deathcity...something about his rich guy attitude didn't sit right with me.
I walk over to the piano, it was huge..and shiny, as if had never been played. I shake my head
What a shame.
I run my fingers gently over the smooth white and black keys
"Is something wrong?" he asks
I shake my head grinning
"No...Let the party begin"
I sit on the piano bench, waiting for guest to arrive. I look around inspecting the shiny tiled floor and extravagant decor.
The doorbell rings, and I begin to play the aggressive, gothic style that defines me so well.
People begin the flood in the house and the low mummer of conversation begins to pick up. A few people gather around to watch me play.
I usually don't play at parties or in front of people at all...but I need the money. You can't live in apartments for free.
People continue to arrive, the crowd around me switching out with new people. The frantic notes' filling the air of the party as my song plays on.
"Soul!" I hear Black Star yell
I look up for a monument seeing Black Star's blue hair in the crowd. He was waving his hands to get my attention.
I look between Black Star and the keys, grinning.
After an hour, I start to feel the need to get up and stretch...talk to Black Star. Just mingle through the crowd.
Just as I was about to give into my desire for a breake, I feel something within me click. My soul begins to squirm as it mingled with somebody else's wavelength. I played louder and better as the feeling became more intense. I was playing better then I ever had in my entire life, and it felt great.
When the song was over I felt someone standing next to me. I look up to see a girl; with light brown hair in two pigtails that were loosely curled. She had the prettiest green eyes I had ever seen, and she wore a white and light pink dress. She was flat chested...but it didn't even matter...not to me.