I do not own Soul Eater, no matter how much I wish I did.

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"Mrs. Albarn?" Kami Albarn turned to the frail looking attendant, her husband chatting animatedly with the couple next to them. "It's your daughter. We're having a bit of an issue."

'Wonderful' Kami thought sarcastically to herself, brushing her ashy blonde hair behind her ear. Turning to Spirit, she laid a hand on his shoulder.

"-Yep my baby girl's gonna be a world famous meister one day-"

"Spirit," Kami whispered harshly, her patience beginning to wear down. The red haired weapon turned to her wearing a blissed out smile.

"What is it love?" he asked in a disgustingly sweet voice. Kami sighed and leaned in closer.

"It's Maka-"

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH MY BABY GIRL!"

"KAMI CHOP!" Clutching at the dent in his skull, Spirit looked back up at his wife.

"Y-yes?" he whimpered, trying to avoid her wrath again.

"I need to go talk with her. I'll be right back." Nodding silently, Spirit leaned in and pecked Kami on the cheek.

"Give that to Maka for me." Kami smiled and got up, following the attendant down the aisle and through the backstage doors. Kami smiled exasperatedly when she was led to not the waiting room, but a broom closet.

"She won't come out, no matter what we do," the attendant said with a hint of hysteria in her voice. Yep, that was her Maka. So damned stubborn. "We thought that she might come out if you were to talk with he-"

The closet door flew open and Kami felt a small hand grab her wrist determinly before dragging the tall woman into the closet. Kami smiled widely as she watched her daughter twist the lock on the door before glaring at the door.

"Mean lady won't take me alive!" Maka cried, her cheeks puffing out and her little 6-year old fists planted firmly onto her hips. Kami had to hold back peals of laughter as she watched her daughter put a chair under the handle. Crouching down, Kami silently opened her arms with a warm smile. Maka stared at her for a few seconds before nearly tackling the poor woman.

"Mama I'm scared," the six year whimpered, her arms locked around her mother's neck in a death grip. Kami began to rub Maka's back soothingly, the little girl's styled curls making her nose tickle.

"Maka, it's only a dance recital. What's there to be scared about?" Maka pulled back and stared at her mother with teary jade green eyes.

"What if I screw up Mama?" she whimpered, playing with the hem of her flimsy pink skirt. Kami smiled and place a warm hand on her young daughter's shoulder.

"Maka, you can't let the fear of failing hold you back. What if you DON'T fail and are the best dancer on the whole stage? Meisters can't show fear, no matter what." Maka stared at her mother with big green eyes and nodded wildly, a large smile revealing two or three missing teeth. "That's my girl." Kami smiled, giving her daughter a quick peck on the cheek. "That's from your papa. Now go out there and make your mama and papa proud." Quickly unblocking the door, Maka strolled out of the closet as if nothing had happened. With one last frantic wave to her mother, she ran off towards the wings.

That was then.

Circumstances change.

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My first Soul Eater fic! Yay! This fic is only going to be about 8-10 chapters long and hopefully all of the other chapters will be longer and less suckish (Woot for writing at 1 AM) than the prologue.

Okay, so I've had this plot bunnie stuck in my head, and it won't go die peacefully in a corner (along with many others. I should start a freakin' rabbit farm). For some reason, I imagine Maka as being a great performer. Ya know, dancing, singing, etc. So thus, Dancing To My Own Beat was born. OC's will show up in later chapters and SoMa fluff is bound to ensue!

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