Chapter 3: Musa

"No way, that did not happen," Carla said firmly.

"It definitely happened! I saw it!" Lae insisted.

It was Monday, and Carla was walking through the school hallway that morning with Lae. Lae had just finished explaining what happened over the weekend at work. All Carla remembered was wishing she was Stella, blacking out, and regaining consciousness at some trendy store in the mall. She was having a hard time believing what Lae was telling her, that she had actually become the Sun Princess herself.

"But that's impossible," Carla said. "As much as I may be slightly obsessed with the Winx Club, I understand that it is merely a cartoon and nothing more. Stella is a fictional character, how could I literally become her as you say?"

"First of all, you are way more than 'slightly' obsessed with the Winx Club," Lae stated with a hint of a joking smile on his face. "Second of all, your body totally changed in front of everyone's eyes. You're voice was different, and you had powers. How can you explain the powers?"

"As much as I would love to have powers, they don't exist," Carla explained. "There are no such things as fairy powers; you're making the whole thing up."

It hurt Carla's heart to say this. Yes, she wanted more than anything to have powers, to be special for once. She would love to have the Winx themselves knock on her door and tell her she was a fairy. Nothing would make her happier. The only way she was able to survive the horrors of middle school was to secretly pretend she really was a fairy and fly off, away from this world and all it's problems. But now, being older, she knew how to face reality. In high school, realism is practically shoved down your throat. Students are given high emphasis on the need to excel in school so they get into college and get a good job to raise the economy and so on and so forth. Carla had to face the hard facts that Winx would be nothing more than a TV show and move on with her life.

Lae shrugged. "Believe what you want, but I'm right."

The beg rang, so Lae and Carla had to get to class. Carla and band, and Lae had choir. The classrooms were right next to each other, so they could quickly meet back up afterwards, but Carla still had issues with it.

"Why can't you be in band?" she whined.

"Have you ever seen me pick up and instrument?" Lae asked, posing a good point. "Why can't you be in choir?"

"You're heard me sing, you know that's a bad idea," Carla replied. Lae had all three Disney Sing It games at his house and two microphones, so the two had played together before. Therefore, Lae had heard Carla's screeching singing voice.

"True, true," Lae agreed. "So you see my point."

Carla sighed. "Yeah, I do, but there are just so many people in there, and all of them either don't like me or don't acknowledge my existance."

"How do you think I feel?" Lae asked. "Choir has more members than band, I'm going in alone too."

"You're more cheery than I am," Carla pointed out.

"You have the power to cheer yourself up," said Lae. "I gotta get into the classroom, see ya later!"

Carla went into the band room and got her clarinet ready. The class seemed to drag on and on as they played there songs.

"Pick up the pace, Brianna!" the director said to Carla.

"My name is Carla," she corrected, but the band director had already lost interest in her.

Carla let out a quiet sigh. If only I could be Musa, then they would notice me, she thought. Suddenly, Carla blacked out. She had a more feminine figure and long navy blue hair. She blinked a few times like she didn't know what was going on, and looked down at the clarinet in her hands with a huge smile growing on her face.

The transformation certainly got the attention of the rest of the class as they watched her bring the clarinet up to her lips and play the most beautiful melody any of them had ever heard.

"Brianna! I never knew you had such talent!" the band director exclaimed.

"Actually, I'm Musa, Fairy of Music," she said as she went to shake the director's hand.

"Well, you're welcome here anytime," he said enthusiastically. "Please, teach some things to my students."

"I'd love to," Musa replied. She was there the rest of the hour, showing cool things to the other students. And no one ever once wondered where Carla had gone.

End of Chapter 3