Disclaimer: I do not own Winx Club.
A/N: Hi people of Winx Club fanfiction! I'm back! And with a whole new story! This story is similar to the story: Republic City Performing Arts, but it is the Winx Club version, so it is different OK? The title may change, but I have not decided yet.
MUSA POV
Two weeks ago I got a letter inviting me to Alfea Performing Arts. I was so excited! I'm here, right now, at my audition. My friend, Aisha Fox, got accepted into this school earlier, so I know I won't be alone.
I was wearing an under armour women's touch T-shirt, Xersion™ fitted capris – plus, and a pair of Vans authentic classic gray lace up sneakers. My hair was in a ponytail, and I was also wearing Jet oversized stud earrings, and a circle dance bracelet.
"Musa Suzuki." A man called. I stepped out, and began to sing 'Hurricane' by Bridget Mendler.
Think the clouds are clogging up my brain
Like the way the drain drains is the tears on my Face
And I'm stuck up in this storm, I
I guess I'll be alright, oh, uh oh, uh oh, Oh, Oh, uh oh, uh oh,
Then it hits me like, Oh, uh oh, uh oh, Oh No, uh oh, uh oh,
And you're that wind that swept me off my feet
Got me flyin' till I'm cryin' and I'm down on my knees
That's what Dorthy was afraid of
The sneaky tornado, Oh, uh oh, uh oh, Oh Oh, uh oh, uh oh,
There's no place like
Home, Ho-woam
I'm boarding up the windows
Lockin' up my heart
It's like everytime the wind blows
I feel it tearin' us apart
Everytime he smiles, I
Let him in again
Everything is fine when
You're standin' in the eye of the Hurricane
Here comes the sun
Here comes the rain
Standin' in the eye of the Hurricane
Here comes the sun
Here comes the rain
Standin' in the eye of the Hurricane
Finish. I finished the song. I was so sure that I was going to get in! The man motioned to what I think were the most talented students at this school. They were wearing nametags so I knew their names.
Stella Lowe: "That was amazing."
Bloom West: "One of the best auditions have ever seen."
Sky Adams: "Wow, you must be gifted in music!"
Flora Malone: "Nice moves."
Brandon Taylor: "That was really good."
Helia Anderson: "You are really talented."
Everybody had spoken up except for the seventh boy. His name was Riven Sinclair.
Riven Sinclair: ""You over counted the beats in your hip hop step and your rapping was a little rushed. I think you should work on that"
I almost dropped my jaw. I was dancing and I didn't even notice.
"Hey, I practiced a lot. It was not even that big of a deal." I told him.
"Well, apparently, you did not practice enough." He told me. Ugh, he is so irritating! What is the big deal?! And I practiced loads! Almost every day!
"Just shut up Riven!" Stella Lowe said. "She's in this now anyways, we all thought it was good so she is in!" I smiled.
Later….
I had just gotten my schedule, and it was not a bad one.
Period 1: Ballet, room 132
Period 2: Song Writing, room 205
Period 3: Acting 101, Room 185
Lunch.
Period 4: Chorus, Room 173
Period 5: Hip Hop, Room 239
Period 6: Visual Art, Room 225
I was sharing a dorm with the most talented girls in the school! Plus a few other people. My room was with Tecna King.
"Musa, are you ready to go?" Aisha asked. She is in the same dorm as I am too. I nodded, and she led the way, we have the same class right now.
First Period (Ballet)…..
"Ms. Griselda, this is Musa, the new student." Aisha introduced me. Ms. Griselda does not look like the kind of teacher to be teaching ballet.
"I'm sorry to say this but it seems that we only have one partner left Ms. Musa." She said. Oh, great, I have to dance with Riven. Just great! Note the sarcasm in my voice.
"Just great." I said sarcastically.
"So we meet again." He said.
"A simple, 'Hello' would have sufficed. Oh, and BTW, I still don't like you" I told him. I have to admit he was cute though.
"Warm-ups!" the teachers yelled.
"Plié, Relevé, Tendu and Dégagé, Port de Bras, and Grand Battement!" she yelled.
"AGAIN!" she yelled. Sheesh. Ms. Griselda sure likes to yell at people doesn't she?
Second period (Song Writing)….
"OK class, so today, I'm going to pair you up to write love songs." Ms. DuFour, the teacher said. Unfortunately, Riven is in my class too. Please don't let me end up with him.
"Flora Malone and Helia Anderson, Stella Lowe and Brandon Taylor, Tecna King and Timmy White, Aisha Fox and Nabu Fletcher, Bloom West and Sky Adams, and uh.. Musa Suzuki and Riven SInclair." Ms. DuFour announced,ugh, fate was against me. Why, why, why does have to be him?!
I walked over to Riven. "How am I supposed to write a love song if I am stuck wiith someone like you?" I asked him.
"Hey, I'm the one who got stuck with a crazy partner." He said. I am not crazy! HE-HE is crazy! This guy is insane!
"I am not crazy! I don't like you that's all! Oh what? Why? Because you are stuck up, stubborn, ignorant, spoiled and ugh! Just that." I told him.
"I have a better idea anyway, why don't we just come up with our own song lyrics, and then meet up tomorrow?" I suggested.
"Who said you got to make all the decisions?" He asked me. This is getting really annoying.
"Do you have a better idea?" I asked him. He stayed silent.
"That's what I thought." I said. Satisfied with myself.
After School…..
"Hey Musa, how was school?" Tecna asked. She is my friend now.
"Just great mom!" I replied. Tecna threw a pillow at me. I laughed.
I had most of y classes with Riven! Boo hoo for me! but at least now I have some friends that I can talk to instead of him. This school is awesome. And by the looks of it, I don't think anyone has ever challenged Riven like I have.
Riven Sinclair, get ready to meet your match.
A/N: OK, so there is the first chapter, I hope you liked it! I will probably update this story either tomorrow, or next week.
Hurricane: More lyrics: lyrics/b/bridgit_mendler/
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Xoxo - Zoey
