Wings

"You're a Celestial now, and for you to become a licensed and winged angel, you have to enroll and graduate in Academia Gloria Caelesti."

"I'm a what? And I have to enroll in Aca-where?!"

"Academia Gloria Caelesti, aka Angels' Academy. Or AA if you're too lazy for even /that/."

"And I have to do what?"

"Pass the exams, finish the missions, gain your wings. Easy enough."

When Axel woke up that morning, never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that she'd be crashing headfirst into an eighteen-wheeler. When she came to, the brother she's lost for more than ten years was hovering above her with the most brilliant pair of wings she's ever seen (not that she's seen any, save for some bird wings and stuff), and the fiercest scowl she's ever seen him give her. As if dying and getting rammed by a big-ass truck was her fault.

If that wasn't enough, he tells her that in order for her to gain her own pair of wings, she has to enroll into the prestigious Academia Gloria Caelesti--AA for those who'd rather save themselves from the tonguetwister, the most coveted (and only) academic institution in heaven, designed to train heaven-class Angels of all Ranks. To graduate, she has to fulfill and pass a series of missions and tests with flying colors. Her major exam? 'Save the reticent musician from the bonds of his sordid past and transform him into a commendable citizen'... or whatever bull.

Thinking the mission 'too cliche' and 'overrated', Axel decides to ante up the stakes by involving a rag-tag group of popular musicians, their stoic manager, a bunch of orphans and abandoned, senile senior citizens, and a prissy Archangel who has a strange aversion to cats.

But of course she'll fall in love with her charge. That's what happens in the movies, and in the books, and in all forms media that she's had her grubby literary hands on. Problem is, this is the real shizz, so how would she deal?

What would she choose? Her wings? Or her (non-beating) heart?