Author's Note: I want to give a BIG thanks to Roxy Fan 4 Ever and Ruby Casablanca! Without them, this story wouldn't be what it is…THANKS GUYS!

Disclaimer: I must accept the harsh realization that I do not own Winx Club


It was Saturday afternoon. The Winx were sitting in their common room talking as Flora walked in.

"Hi girls. I stopped by the mailroom on my way up. Musa you got a letter" Flora said, handing Musa the letter.

Musa smiled upon looking at the envelope.

"It's from my dad. I'd recognize his handwriting anywhere".

Musa received letters from the father every few months and the girls knew how happy she was when she got one.

"I'm gonna go read it" Musa said getting up to walk to her room.

"But Musa we have rehearsal" Stella nagged.

Bloom spoke up. "Its fine Musa, go read your letter and meet us when you're ready". The girls headed towards the door.

"Thanks guys. See you later" Musa said, sitting back on the couch as she opened the envelope.

My Dearest Musa,

I hope you have been well. All is well here on Melody. I am doing fine too. Although I do have something to discuss with you.

Recently I have heard something that I hope is not true.

I overheard that you were planning on singing in a charity concert at the Red Fountain arena. I know this can't be true because I remember specifically telling you that you are not to get involved in these kinds of things, or did you forget our conversation?

You know what happened to your mother. She fell sick overworking herself with singing and concerts, and now she is no longer with us. I don't want this happening to you. Don't sing, trust me, it is better for everyone.

If you do choose to disobey me, I won't hesitate to pull you out of Alfea and bring you back to Melody. You will no longer be able to see your friends or boyfriend. I know you wouldn't want this to happen so simply don't sing.

Trust me when I say: I will be checking up on you.

See you soon.

With much love,

Dad

Musa stared at the letter in shock. 'No, no, no…this can't be happening' Musa thought to herself. She crumpled up the paper and threw it on the ground. Slamming her face into a pillow, she cried hysterically.

About an hour later, Musa heard the girls come in the door.

"Musa! Musa!" she heard Stella scream.

Stella spotted her lying on the couch.

"Musa! Where were you? Did you forget about us?" Stella stopped in her tracks when she saw Musa's face all red from crying. "Musa what's wrong?"

The girls surrounded Musa in a comforting way.

"Sweetie tell us what happened" Flora's calming voice said.

Musa took a deep breath and sat up. "I-I can't sing in the concert" Musa sniffled in a low voice.

"What do you mean?" Tecna asked.

Musa was too upset to tell them what she had just read in the letter.

"I just can't" Musa said, again in a low voice.

"But why?" Stella asked in an annoyed voice.

Musa stared at the crumbled paper on the ground. Layla followed her eyes to where the paper laid. As she picked it up, Musa stiffened alittle.

"What's this Musa?" Layla asked her, figuring she knew what it was.

When Musa didn't answer Layla uncrumbled the paper.

Musa, my beautiful daughter, Layla read to herself.

"It's the letter from your dad" Layla said looking at Musa.

"Read it" Musa said. Layla read the letter out loud.

"This is why you can't sing" Layla said after she finished reading it.

Musa shook her head and spoke. "He is so wrong about this. He thinks he's knows what's best for me but he doesn't. He really doesn't. Mom died off an illness, not singing. He's just making an excuse so he can keep forgetting about her". Her eyes became somewhat watery. "I really want to sing but I don't want to leave Alfea. What should I do?"

There was silence for a minute.

"If I were you I would sing" Layla said, trying to help her best friend.

"Yeah, I mean how would your dad know? It's just one song. You'll sing and he'll never know, and you'll get to stay at Alfea" Bloom said. The other girls nodded in agreement.

"You guys are right" Musa said. "I'm going to sing and I'm going to rock".

Musa was so happy her friends convinced her to sing tonight. Looking out into the crowd, she had never felt so happy. She knew she belonged on that stage. Everyone was cheering and shouting her name, excitingly waiting for her to sing. She scanned the crowd for familiar faces. She saw the Winx, the Specialists, her boyfriend; they were front row, smiling their biggest smiles, anxiously waiting to hear her beautiful voice.

She continued scanning the crowd, seeing if she could recognize anyone else. She saw professors, headmasters, classmates. She was so excited…until her eyes landed on an unexpected guest. Her father.

Her excitement turned to fear in an instant. His eyes, filled with anger and rage, pinned her to her spot on the stage. He began walking toward her. As he walked, neither of them removed their eyes from the other.

The crowd was too busy cheering to notice Musa's change in attitude. Riven stopped cheering as he saw Musa staring pale-faced at something. He looked in the direction and saw her father walking towards the stage.

"Guy, we got trouble" he said to his friends, which caused their attention to look at Musa's angry father.

"Oh no" Stella said.

Riven looked at Musa. She looked terrified. He wanted to go onto the stage and take her away from what was about to happen.

As her father started got closer, Musa closed her eyes, hoping this was a dream.

"Musa! Musa!" Musa's father yelled as he approached her. This attracted the crowd's attention, and caused Musa to open her eyes and accept reality.

Hoeboe finally reached the stage in what felt like eternity to Musa. He climbed up the steps so he could be face-to-face with his daughter. Musa watched his every move, becoming stiffer the closer he got. She tried to move towards her friends but she felt glued to her spot.

The footsteps got louder and closer, until they stopped. He didn't waste any time speaking up.

"Musa, why are you on this stage?!" he began. He spoke in a firm tone, loud enough for only the first few rows of people to hear…for now.

She opened her mouth but closed it. She didn't know how to respond. She was too scared to. Surely her father knew why she was there.

"Why would you disobey me?! Especially after I told you the consequences! How dare you!". His voice was now echoing through the arena.

Musa couldn't answer. Her throat was dry and she felt cold and clammy. Anger and sadness were running through her body. She was on the verge of tears and she felt like she was going to throw up.

Hoeboe waited long enough for her to answer him, but when she didn't, he decided to take action.

He grabbed her wrist firmly. When Musa tried to pull away, he grabbed her tighter.

"Stop! You're hurting me!" Musa screamed, trying to keep herself together.

"You don't know when to quit Musa! This isn't the first time I have warned you. Now we are leaving! We are going back to Melody!".

Murmurs were heard throughout the crowd.

Riven's heart skipped a beat.

He saw pain in Musa's eyes. It matched the pain in his eyes. On the verge of tears she tried to get free, but her father squeezed her wrist tighter and began to pull her away from the front of the stage. Riven wasn't going to let this go on any further. He jumped on the stage and walked to Musa and Hoeboe. Hoeboe was too busy reprimanding his daughter to notice the Specialist coming towards them.

"Leave Musa alone" Riven said angrily, starling Hoeboe and Musa, causing Hoeboe to let go of Musa's wrist. Musa stepped back and Riven stepped in between her and Hoeboe.

"Excuse me Riven, I'm having a conversation with my daughter" Hoeboe said, annoyed at Riven.

"You can't tell Musa not to sing. Singing is her life" Riven continued.

"Don't you dare tell me what to do. This doesn't concern you. This is between me and my daughter". Hoeboe was extremely angry with Riven. He wasn't thinking straight and stepped forward as if he were about to punch Riven.

Riven stepped back in front of Musa, in case Hoeboe decided to try anything else.

Hoeboe was furious. "Musa! Get over here now! We are leaving! You will not return to Alfea or sing again! Do you hear me young lady?!"

Brandon and Sky jumped on stage. Hoeboe was getting really out of hand and they had to do something. They stood in front of Musa and Riven and held their guard as Hoeboe tried to get past them.

Riven felt Musa move directly behind him. She intertwined her fingers with his.

Hoeboe continued screaming. "Musa, I am your father! You listen to me!"

Musa was so humiliated. "Stop telling me what to do!" Musa said with her voice caught in her throat.

Her father was about to speak but Musa didn't let him. Instead, she dropped Riven's hand and walked off the stage, never looking back.

To get to the exit of the arena, Musa had to go through the crowd, which is exactly what she did.

She walked alittle faster. She passed her friends, not looking up.

Layla tried to comfort her best friend. "Musa-". Musa walked right passed her.

Tears tried to escape the fairy's eyes as she continued walking faster towards the exit. She felt everyone watching her; she was the center of attention, but not in the way she wanted to be.

She heard the Winx, the Specialists, and her father calling after her. But she didn't stop; she just kept walking faster and faster until she was running out the exit.

She transformed and flew quickly back to Alfea. Her tears started falling; she had never been more humiliated in her life.