"We will be signing autographs after the concert." As the music finally died down--much to the relief of Ema's pounding headache--Klavier Gavin spoke softly into the mic. His voice was tired--Ema fancied she was the only person who could tell that wasn't in the band. She wasn't suprised, of course, after all of those hours singing, but her detective's instincts nonetheless saw it fit to remind her. She actually raised an eyebrow at his statement. She knew she had been asked to stay on security detail late--a task she would have normally rejected, but she felt like she owed him--but she didn't expect it to be this late. It would take hours to sign autographs for all of the girls that showed up--and it was already nearing 3AM. The crowd was more surprised than she was--and let the world know through excited screams. Ema grabbed her ears in retaliation and mused on her distaste for teenagers.
She supposed this was just his way of re-engaging the fans after his hiatus, and not to mention the disaster of his first "comeback" concert. Ema didn't much want to think about that, so instead she focused on that almost familiar sentence: "We will be signing autographs after the concert".
Ema Skye, age 18, was back in the country on spring break. It was primarily a family visit, but she had other reasons for being here aside from her sister and tickets being cheap. Presently, she was standing in line outside Gatewater Land in a cheap, mass-produced concert t-shirt instead of her customary purple vest. She was still wearing her labcoat, of course, but science was the last thing on her mind right now. She clung to her ticket. The line was moving at an unbearably slow rate.
To her irritation, Ema noticed she was the only person as far as the eye could see that had come alone. Young teens and preteens were swarming about her like bees, the younger ones with their long-suffering parents in tow and the older ones making sure to give the parents present horrible migraines with their chatter. Ema felt a headache coming on herself, but tried to ignore it. She pushed her loneliness down and tried to let her excitement take over.
This was her first concert. She didn't much like the feeling of attending her first concert alone, much less for a band aimed at preteen girls. The band was European, and she'd gotten into them while studying in Europe. All of their music was based on law, too--perfect for someone like Ema. The popularization of her field was making it a little more competetive, but Ema chalked it up to a fad. In five years no one would remember these concerts, but she would still be in forensics and she would still be a fan of the Gavinners.
With a clunky polaroid camera around her neck, she looked like a wannabe paparazzi. She shifted her weight to her left foot and let her mind wander. She would text if there were anyone for her to talk to, but Ema Skye was quickly falling out of the habit of making friends. She still had a few, but as most of her tutoring took place in private, she wasn't in the habit of meeting new people. She'd grown distant from her already sparse contacts in the USA. She wondered vacantly how Mr. Wright was doing. This thread of thought did not take long to lead her to Mr. Edgeworth. She would have to make it a point to visit them both before she had to go home--no, not home. Back to school. Ema was and always would be more comfortable here, she ventured. She'd entertained the idea of staying in Europe to work, but during this trip had decided not to. She didn't really believe in fate, but this trip and the concert coinciding was enough of a sign to her that this was where she was meant to be.
Finally she found herself inside and the concert began.
"Good evening, everyone." Klavier Gavin's speaking voice was different from what she was used to hearing on his albums, but it was still pleasant. It was very gentle, very cool--something about it drew you in. But it was still different than she was expecting. She just couldn't figure out why.
"We will be signing autographs tomorrow, in the park complex. Please stop by and see us!" The crowd cheered, and Ema just stared blankly at the stage. Could she really be this lucky?