A wedding is supposed to be the happiest time of a person's life. Or one of them, anyway. But sometimes, though, nerves, alcohol, or a not-so-secret disapproval of the matrimony leads to a speech that leaves everyone aghast. Musa made one that day that made guests want to cower under their chairs rather than raise their glasses.

Musa singing

Her hair was down, wildly billowing around her face, eyes vacant. Her voice, however was clear, crystal, and passionate. The bagpipes sounded from her band mates as she moved in tune to the music.

"I took a chance, I took a shot"

She seemed very animated, her fingers moved to resume the gesture of a gun, which she aimed at her temple as she sang...

"And you might think I'm bulletproof but I'm not…"

"You took a swing, I took it hard"

She pretended to be punched, and fell straight on the ground. There was a collective gasp from the audience. Riven moved to the front, his arms reached out to help her, though he was still very far away. He withdrew it almost immediately, as she continued to sing…

"And down here from the ground, I see who you are"

She abruptly jolted up, standing and continued to sing, without breaking the flow.

"I'm sick and tired of your attitude
I'm feeling like I don't know you"

Her voice got louder, though it sounded as melodious as ever. Her eyes sought Riven, who stood right in the front, spellbound.

"You tell me that you love me then you cut me down"

Her hands sliced through the air and her accusing gaze was still on Riven.

"And I need you like a heartbeat
but you know you got a mean streak"

Her hand sought her heart. A few guys whistled.

"Makes me run for cover when you're around"

Suddenly, she was off the stage, she grabbed a glass of wine, and raised it to a toast.

"And here's to you, and your temper
Yes, I remember what you said last night"

She stood right in front of Riven, her hands still raised to a toast, her eyes locked on his. He swallowed. She set the glass down and backed away.

"And I know, that you see, what you're doing to me
Tell me, why?"

People watching the drama, began to hoot, whistle and catcall. The excitement was almost tangible. The bagpipes began to play again, to cover up the silence. She made her way back to the stage.

"You could write a book on, how
To ruin someone's… perfect day"

Her smile was bittersweet; as she picked up an imaginary book and threw it at Riven. The crowd moved out of the way on impulse, as Riven ducked.

"Well, I get so confused, and frustrated,
Forget what I'm trying to say, oh, oh…"

She started to shake then, quite visibly.

"I'm sick and tired of your reasons
I got no one to believe in"

Her eyes lost their steely glare and she seemed unfocused, and began to tremble.

"You tell me that you want me, then push me around…"

Her voice trembled now, losing its clarity.

"And I need you like a heartbeat
But you know you got a mean streak.."

She staggered towards Riven, but her ankle twisted, and she fell to the ground, all the while singing, without missing a beat.

"Makes me run for cover when you're around"

Riven couldn't take it anymore. He ran up to the stage and grabbed her hand, hoisting her up. Her voice reduced to a whisper, and only Riven could have heard the next stanza.

"Here's to you and your temper,
Yes, I remember what you said last night.
And I know that you see what you're doing to me…
Tell me, why?"

She struggled to free herself, and pushed him away, singing…

"I'm sick and tired of your attitude
I'm feeling like I don't know you.."

Her singing was off key now, something no one had heard from the musical fairy. Her friends were climbing on to the stage now, planning to get her off before she did something embarrassing. Layla stood in the corner with her to-be-husband, and glared at her. Nabu stood callously beside her.

"And I know that you see what you're doing to me
Tell me, why?

Why?

Tell me, why?"

Her friends were on stage now, but she moved back, singing…

"I take a step back, let you go
I told you I'm not bulletproof…
Now you know"

She noticed her friends coming, and fixed them with a steely glare. "nobody move!" she barked.

Riven stepped forward. "You, too, mister…" she hissed. Her voice wasn't shaky anymore. She seemed scarily confident and cold.

"Wedding jitters…" she began her bridesmaid speech. "they do strange things to people."

There was an appreciative laugh from the audience. Musa smiled. Layla felt herself relax. Maybe it was alright, now.

"I did not make my speech at the dinner table, as this can't wait.. I have something I want to share with you guys, while you aren't gorging on the delicious food" she continued.

"…and drink;" someone yelled. Riven rubbed his arm nervously, and backed away.

She smiled, steelely. "And drink,."she agreed.

"As you all know, I have been in a long term, serious relationship with Riven…" she introduced him with the wave of her hand. "well, no more. I want to tell you guys….Musa the musical fairy is back in the market!"

A lone hoot sounded from the crowd. Riven looked at the ground, wishing he were dead.

"And no…." she said, winking, "I and Jared aren't together, we are just friends…."

The crowd had lost its patience. Some were walking away, some mumbling.

Jarell called the Security Officer "Remove her," he whispered. His order was met with a curt nod.

Musa's eyes met Jarell's head-on. "No, sir, I won't leave till I'm done," she growled.

As the guards advanced towards her, they were blocked by an invisible wall. Layla, who had seen enough, transformed at once, and tried to tear down the wall with her Morbid Surf board move. But Musa simply kept talking, as Layla attempted to penetrate her wall. Musa then performed the Surround Sound spell, where her voice could be heard to anyone within a 5 kilometre radius, blocking out all sounds. Each citizen would be able to hear what she said, as clearly as if she were standing there.

"Layla….my friend, the feminist; is about to tie the knot. Here's to the two of you. May you find more happiness than I did with my cheating, lying, conniving, philandering, I-can't-believe-what-I-ever-saw-in-him ex-boyfriend!"

She laughed mirthlessly.

"Finally she has found someone with low enough self-esteem to marry her." Her eyes met Nabu's. then she gasped dramatically. "oh…wait…Nabu, you didn't know?" she smiled plastically. "Layla likes to dominate her men, like she'll dominate you."

Jarell sat on the chair, tension ebbing in every nerve. He knew he couldn't do anything. The musical fairy would have to say whatever she wanted. He could have her killed, but that would only make matters worse. What was wrong with this fairy? She was drunk, yes, but was that all? No amount of booze should change his daughter's best friend to her worst enemy…

Nabu growled. He hated the situation. He had sworn not to use magic ever again, right after he and Layla started dating, unless he was using it against the enemy. Did Musa qualify as the enemy? She was ruining the wedding ceremony. And making his new wife very very angry.

"In fact, I bet all the men she has been with, she has dominated…well except one…." Her almond eyes sought Riven's. "Riven."

When she said the word, everyone, who was trying to block her voice stood still.

"Yes, Riven" her tone was acid. "Don't think I don't know."

Layla gasped. "Musa! Come down right now!" But no one could hear her. It was only Musa's clear, crystal voice that people could hear.

"Nabu, I am so sorry I have to tell you in front of so many people, but it's the truth. I saw them together last night," she said, sadly.

"Layla and Riven, I hate you both," Musa's eyes filled with tears. The bubble of air was broken.

She suddenly lost her balance, and her knees buckled. Her friends hoisted her up and dragged her off stage. The crowd was speechless, and Riven and Jared got off the stage following the Winx.

Layla's father was tense for a while, then took the stage, Layla stood stiffly with Nabu as she looked up at her father, he was sweating and nervous. She would kill Musa for this.

"Well, that certainly was…entertaining…" he smiled stiffly. He knew how to control a royal mess such as this one. "Her voice still echoes in my mind. I heard a lot of cat calls and whistling, too" he winked. The crowd cheered. "It's a pity that she was taken ill suddenly..."

"she's a raving drunk!" someone yelled from the audience.

The king only smiled. "let us proceed. Here is a dance by a group that calls itself The Moam…"

Layla was so angry, she couldn't speak. She had planned for this day to go smoothly, but it was one disaster after another. However, despite this, she was also concerned about her friend. I wonder if she's okay? She thought.

Then, she noticed her phone buzz. Thank heavens, she had silenced it. Perhaps it would have rung, loud and clear as her father was making a speech. She felt sorry for him. He had done so much to plan a perfect wedding. Well, it wasn't ruined yet. The Moame was performing to loud cheers from the crowd,, they're fish tails swerving to the music they were playing. And Musa's singing wasn't bad…it had entertained. She consoled herself.

She checked her phone. It was a message from Musa. She clicked read.

"So sorry, Layla. Don't know what got into me. It wasn't the drink, I swear. I am so sorry. Will meet you after I change back. Flora is with me now. The others are coming back."

Layla was surprised. What does she mean, coming back? That girl was falling over her face just a minute ago. She turned back, to see Bloom, Stella and Techna making their way back.

Bloom waved. "She's okaaaaaaay," she said.

"I know" Layla nodded. "What happened?" the Winx came closer.

"I don't know" Stella scratched her head. "one moment she was falling, and after we took her off stage she regained her senses, and she's fine now, she's changing…"

"I know." Layla waved the message in front of her.

They watched the Moame dance, their tails leaving a trail of bubbles when they moved around the place. "Wow," whispered. Techna "They are beautiful." Timmy took her hand, as he led her away. She giggled.

Musa returned, with flora, and walked slowly towards Layla. She had changed into her bridesmaid costume, and looked stunning. As she approached Layla, she fixed her with a disapproving glare. "What's the matter with you?" she whispered to her, from the corner of her mouth. "Are you crazy? Do you realize what you have done?"

Musa took her hand. "come with me, Layla, I have some explaining to do."

Layla's hand reeled back."No," she retorted hoarsely.