Prologue: Congratulations
To:allmightfan4ever real mail . com
From:auditions ua . edu
Subject: U.A. High School Call Back Invitation
Dear Midoriya Izuku,
Congratulations!
This email is to thank you for participating in the open call auditions for U.A. High School Academy for the Arts.
You've been invited for a call back at the live solo auditions required by your declared department. Please follow this link to confirm your participation, choose a time and review the call back guidelines for each of the department auditions.
If you are declaring a dual major in two departments (Musical Performance/Musical Composition, Musical Performance/Acting, etc.) and there are any conflicts in the available audition times, please contact the U.A. registration office for help.
As once said by the famous scientist, Abert Einstein, "Art is standing with one hand extended into the universe and one hand extended into the world, and letting ourselves be a conduit for passing energy."
Art, in all its forms, inspires the progression of human society and the world we inhabit. The young generations that choose to dedicate their lives to the many facets of the art industry, either as creators, performers, technicians, producers or distributors, deserve the opportunity to set themselves up for success.
U.A. Highschool was founded on giving this opportunity to the bright young talents of Japan that plan on sharing their spark with an ever-growing globe of international culture. Our institution aims to produce heroes, not idols, that will save and inspire the current entertainment industry to go further beyond its current limits.
We challenge you to consider the U.A. High School motto "Plus Ultra!" as you attend the final stage of your department auditions and give everything you have.
Good luck in your endeavors, and we hope to see you when the new spring semester begins!
Sincerely,
Principal Nezu and the Professional Entertainment Staff of U.A. High School
Izuku's body trembled as he reread each line of the email on his computer screen.
He analyzed each and every word, like he analyzed every song, and looked for any nuance he might have missed that would prove that he wasn't awake right now.
That he wasn't one step closer to getting into the school of his dreams.
That he hadn't made the cut for an audition opportunity so elusive, only a hand full of teenagers in Japan ever got the chance to participate.
That he wasn't going to be in a room full of celebrities that even fewer souls had the privilege of being coached by at the beginning of their illustrious entertainment careers.
That he wasn't going to walk through the same gates his idol had stepped past decades ago, before he became one of the greatest international stars on the planet.
Izuku looked up at one of the many framed All Might posters hanging on the wall above him with wide eyes, now brimming with overwhelmed tears.
The blonde rock idol stood in his signature majestic pose, raising his iconic 1959 Gibson Les Paul Standard guitar over his head, a blurring background of red, white and blue behind him.
The 2D image of the musician gazed daringly ahead with a confident grin, beyond the borders of the poster frame, looking for all the world like a superhero. Like he was ready to make the evil of the world sink to its knees with one power chord and the sound of his thundering voice.
This was the first poster Izuku's father had sent him from overseas when he was in grade school. The one that made his 6-year-old self insist that All Might was a real-life Superman or anime action hero. Those musician and movie star roles were just a clever disguise as his idol protected the entire world with his real powers.
The kid's cartoon that was eventually made about All Might didn't help to dissuade this perception. However, even when Izuku was old enough to know better, that superheroes didn't actually exist and that guitars didn't blast sound waves with the capacity of smashing entire evil headquarters into piles of rubble, he still revered the man as a hero all the same.
Because after everything that happened, when the young boy's dreams had been stripped from him before they even had a chance of going anywhere, All Might had saved him.
The music and movies and confident visage of positivity of that one celebrity, had been the thing that kept him alive.
Now, he finally had the chance to prove that had all been worth something.
"I promise, I'll make you proud!" Izuku pledged quietly to the poster, his voice strangled by sobs catching in his throat, tears now gushing theatrically down his face. "I'll get into U.A. and show you I have what it takes! I'll show them all that this wasn't for nothing!"
He reread the email, one more time for good measure, as he tried blowing his nose and putting himself together.
The tears still came regardless, his emotions winning like they always did. He looked down at his shaking, scarred and stiff hands, and a combined sensation of excitement and anxiety overcame him.
"Mooommmm!" Izuku wailed with joy and panic as he propelled himself from his desk chair, sending stacks of composition notebooks and sheets of music flying everywhere.
Out of the darkness of his bedroom, he called through the apartment, searching for the other beacon of support in his life.
"Mooommmm! I got an email! An email, Mom! They sent me an email!"
The faint glow of a computer screen in the empty room shed an unknown spotlight on the All Might smiles featured on the posters, action figures, DVD covers, CD cases, vinyl record covers, T-shirts and various other paraphernalia that littered the boy's shrine to his idol.
Unbeknownst to Izuku at the time, all of the smiles, including the original one, were all beaming with pride.
We Interrupt the End of this Chapter for an Important Broadcast from the Author:
Hey! What's up, everyone! Welcome to the latest fever dream my muse has forced upon my subconscious! Otherwise titled, My Muse Academia
I'm your host, Tasia'sEndlessDreams, or DJ T-Time, because I'll be the one spilling the freshly brewed, behind-the-scenes tea for this story after each chapter!
For those of you just tuning in, I am notorious (to myself) for trying to juggle multiple writing projects as real life streams on its merry way!
But hey! When the muse calls, ya gotta answer, right? And on the other end of that line just happened to be my FIRST ATTEMPT at a MHA story AND a proper alternate-universe fic!
That's right! You heard it here folks, this is an alternate universe! Meaning that, if you didn't catch on before, all our favorite U.A. heroes from this series are reborn into a world where Quirks don't exist. No need to weep though! In place of bombastic superpowers, all your favorites receive bombtastic creative abilities instead.
Musicians! Dancers! Actors! Singers! Directors! Artists! Designers! Stage Tech Wizards!
The skies the limit for abilities that will comprise our new Academic Class 1-A that will attend the illustrious arts institution, U.A.!
What challenges will they face? What rivalries will develop and evolve? What romances will bloom? By the end of their three years, will they see star-studded success or fifteen minutes of obscure fame?
Well...they have to audition first...so let's start with that!
Our very first audition chapter will feature a familiar, bombtastic, self-proclaimed "quadruple threat" with a frustrating past and bright future. What will they do to, metaphorically, "blow" the U.A. staff and their competition way?
Leave this story a follow or favorite to make sure you find out! Leave me a comment with any predictions or playlist suggestions that could be featured in the story soundtrack as the plot evolves!
Thank you to anyone who stayed for this behind the scenes update, and until next time-
DJ T-Time, signing off!