Team Spirit (Winx Club Fanfiction)

Troubled

"Not yet, Stella hand me the saxophone if you please," speaks Musa. "I wanna run through it one more time."

I tossed her the instrumental with a huffed voice.

"HEY!" She snaps. "Are you nuts? This saxophone costs a fortune!"

"Sorry," I replied. "You didn't clarify how you wanted it given. So I went with what I thought was best."

Musa plays the saxophone.

"She is going to rock that stage for sure," said Aisha.

"Hey Raindrop," Rosella sits down between us. "Hi, Sundove. Hope you don't have ants in your pants? You seem a little restless."

"Oh it's nothing," I state.

"Musa someone is here to see you," Faragonda called out to her.

"Musa!" greets an unfamilar voice.

"Daddy!" exclaims Musa setting down the instrument. She ran and hugged him.

"Faragonda told me my girl was up to great things here at Alfea. But I thought I find you here studying."

"Tomorrow night at Red Fountain there will be a great concert and since Musa is seriously becoming a singer; I figured it would be a great opportunity for her to kick off her talents."

"What is wrong with him?" asked Aisha. "He is looking at her like my father looks at me."

"Fathers who knows why they do what they do," I mumbled. "My father never could look at me like that unless he was under some sort of enchantment even if my mother and him argued my presence just being in the room stops it."

"I got along just fine with my father rough around the edges but soft at the heart kind of like Riven."

"Well you guys are lucky," states Aisha. "Some girls have really difficult relationships with their fathers."

"Musa! You are still thinking of becoming a singer!" shouts Hirono. "We talked about this . Where do you think all that dancing is gonna get you when you are older!"

"I wanna sing not be a dancer!"

"Oh!" exclaims Faragonda. The other girls gasped with me.

Rosella moved down.

"I don't understand why men make so many rash decisions. If you opened your eyes. You would see how unloving you are being to your only daughter!"

"Young lady I didn't ask for your opinion," spoke Hirono.

"Well, I'll give it anyway. My father and mother know singing is my passion and they support me in my talent though I am far away! They know I love doing it! And they know people love to hear me do it! You know very well your daughter is going to have to grow up sooner or later. But are you gonna let her do so?"

"Ooh!" Aisha and I sighed. "Rosella was savage."

"Musa is your little windchime anymore. She can handle herself. Every girl every boy every child just like a little bird has to spread their wings and leave the nest."

"Looks like you just got corrected by a junior fairy," said Aisha. "See you tonight Stella! I am out for a walk."