A/N Okay so this is my first fanfiction ever, I'm not even sure if this story is interesting or well written but I tried to improve on it as much as I could. Reviews would be useful for those departments! This is basically the back story of Musa, tried to make it as cannon as possible which means sticking to the RAI story although her personality is more that of 4kids. I hope it's enjoyable :)
"I'm just not sure it's for me" Musa mumbled, prodding her vegetable dumpling with a chopstick. It was a school morning like every other; she was sitting at the table with her father, for breakfast. Normally she gobbles down her breakfast within seconds however her nerves made her feel sick and so lacked the appetite. Just talking about Alfea made her stomach twist and feel nauseous, even if it was months away. Sure, she was excited to learn more about her fairy powers and to leave her boring home town however the thought of going to Alfea was daunting. Her father had arranged for Musa to go a while back and was adamant on her going no matter how much Musa protested.
"Musa you're being ungrateful, this is an amazing opportunity! You're lucky to have gotten into such a prestigious college. I worked hard to save up so that you can go. I want you to have the life I never had and make a proper living for yourself. It would help me sleep at night knowing you have a future. I'm not going through this with you again so don't bother bringing it up. You're going and that's final." Ho-boe sternly lectured. Musa sighed and nodded, she knew her father was only doing what he thought was best. However in Musa's opinion it wasn't necessarily for the best, her passion was performing music and it was something that she had wanted to do way before her mother had passed. Sure becoming a guardian fairy and protecting her realm (if she could even get that powerful) would be awesome but becoming a musician would be like living a dream. She knew her father would never approve of becoming a musician after what happened to her mother as he fears that Musa would be in the same position and be unable to pay for healthcare. Of course Musa also missed her mother dearly and wouldn't want an early end either but who's to say that she wouldn't succeed in becoming a musician?
"You realise that my powers come from music? How would it be different to actually playing-" Musa jumped as her father quickly slammed his hands on the table and awarding Musa with a warning look. "Never mind" Musa quickly added, turning her gaze at her lap. Musa normally avoided the subject entirely as Ho-boe would become hostile whenever music was mentioned but it seemed silly as in either situation she would be using music anyway. Although it felt like she's giving up her dream of becoming a musician, she doesn't want her father to worry about her anymore than he does now. She just wants him to feel proud and be happy like he used to and if becoming a fairy would do that then that's what she'll do.
"Have you prepared for your exam next week?" Ho-boe instigated in changing the topic. Musa nodded in reply. "Good, you need to make sure you maintain those high grades. Any lower than the top and you may lose the chance to get in." Musa had always been prodded to get the best grades by Ho-boe in order to get into a good college. It was a lot of pressure sure, but Musa was naturally bright and determined herself to do well. Alfea is known as one of, if not the best in the magical realm and so it was a surprise that she was accepted as she isn't in a particularly great school at the moment or have a fancy title to her name. Her impressive grades must have swayed them into accepting her.
The price for entry was high but Ho-boe had saved as much money as he could over the years ever since Matlin passed. For a long time they had to hold back on certain necessities in order to get enough in time for college, especially after some of the fund kept at the house had been stolen which caused great anguish for Musa and Ho-boe. Ho-boe didn't have the best paying job and the old records he and Matlin made didn't bring in much money which meant any penny made would have been cherished.
The fact that Alfea is so prestigious made Musa the most nervous about going. Princesses would be there, daughters of Lords and Ladies and of political leaders. How could she fit in with them? It was difficult enough to make friends here, but how would she even have a chance with relating to someone who lived a completely different lifestyle? What if all they talked about were their designer clothes, balls and palaces? Would they laugh at her when they find out her background? It made Musa cringe the thought of being around vain, self-obsessed, bitchy girls. She would even have to share a room and a dorm with them, there would be no escape. At least here she could go home and escape from school life and the girls that went there. She could put up a tough front during the school day and act as if she didn't care what they thought but it wouldn't be possible to do it 24/7. She needed the time at home to relax or cry or vent. Although, Musa reminded herself it was a fresh start and there would be girls who weren't rich or a princess and there had to be some girls that were nice.
"You need to eat, Musa." Ho-boe instructed, snapping Musa out of her thoughts. Musa grimaced, but picked up a dumpling and quickly swallowed it down while Ho-boe got up from the table and collected his cutlery for washing. Her anxiety had only worsened knowing that she would have to go to school soon but decided not to protest against him even if her stomach was in knots. They already had one argument this morning and this wasn't worth another. Although they cared greatly for each other it was quite often that Ho-boe and Musa would butt heads as they were both stubborn and hot-headed.
"Alright I better go, I'll be working later than usual so you'll have to cook for yourself tonight" He informed, kissing Musa on the forehead as a goodbye. Musa's mood suddenly brightened at the thought of being home alone or even better, sneaking out to a club or to play her flute. She gobbled down the rest of her dumplings with more enthusiasm while humming a tune in content. Her flute was the only instrument her dad hadn't managed to get his hands on. She stashed it under her bed, in a shoe box and got it out when she knew her father wouldn't be around. Her flute wasn't her only way to secretly indulge in music as she tried to sneak out when possible to a dance club or rap club. Her home town was small, however being the realm of music, a club was never too far away even if the choice was limited. One of the advantages of going to Alfea was that it was next to Magix which would be home to many clubs and jamming studios. She also wouldn't have to hide her love of music. She could listen to her CDs whenever, or play her flute and practice new songs or maybe even perform. Her heart panged at the thought of performing on stage.
As Musa left the house and walked towards school, she tried to decide how to indulge in music tonight. It was almost like an addiction that she craved every second of the day. She loved all kinds of music however she often went through phases of liking one genre more than the rest. Her current fixation, rap came to mind however it made her groan when she thought of the memory from last week. She had finally mustered up the courage to go up on the stage for a rap battle however froze when it was her turn. Despite her practice of lines and psyching herself up she couldn't get the words to come out. She humiliated herself in front of all those people, including students from her school who teased her about it every day since. It was a scarring experience however she felt determined to redeem herself and show everyone just how strong and talented she was. So it was decided, tonight she was going to the rap club.