Yeah, your eyes are mistaking you. The chapter does indeed read: EPILOGUE. *sob sob, sniff sniff*
This chapter involves a little...karaoke :) Yes, the idea of karaoke is soo overused, but hopefully my version of our favorite characters singing isn't so bad... :)

By the way, I don't own any of the songs used in this piece or that are named in this piece:
~Ultraviolet (Joanna Pacitti)
~Summer Nights (Grease; John Travolta & Olivia Newton-John)
~We're All In This Together (HSM)
~Magic (Pussycat Dolls)
~Bohemian Rhapsody (Queen)
~You Found Me (The Fray)
~Fall For You (Secondhand Serenade)
~Bubbly (Colbie Caillat)

Oh yes, at the end of the story is an exciting announcement...Enjoy my dear readers!

~Geneth

In the Skye family, panic was never an option. Ema and Lana had been taught by their loving mother and their stern father to never panic, worry, or be frightened in a time of need. And, although Ema was often worried and was frightened at the small things in life, she had never once ever been so emotionally panicked.

Until now.

Ema ran from room to room of her house, her heart racing. Where were they? Where the hell are they?! She threw open her front closet, rummaging through the piles of junk, and then triumphantly produced a pair of hardly worn black heeled pumps. Good, one thing found, twenty more to go…

Ema returned to her bedroom, examining herself in the mirror for yet another time. Her hair was pulled back in a neater version of her usual messy ponytail, and she had applied a light layer of makeup on her face. Why am I dressing up again? It's only a faculty party after all… She sighed, and straightened her fringed green shirt until the hem just touched the belt of her new khaki skirt. Kianna had gone shopping with her, suggesting that she choose close that played with her eyes. Judging by the colors she had picked out for her, Ema had played with her eyes quite a lot in her normal clothing.

Since the recent victory with the Adonis case, the station had awarded Ema with a medal for bravery, although she had tried to deny it, and permitted her a week's long vacation with pay, which she had decided to save for a time of greater need. Kianna had been promoted to the chief of her department back home in Germany, and Ema found herself strangely close to the once enemy. Perhaps the moments they spent together really brought them together.

Klavier had suggested a mixed party to be thrown, with many reasons behind each purpose. One was to salute Kianna before she returned home, another was to applaud Ema on her act of courage that could not have been more of a fraud, and the final was to celebrate the incoming holiday. Ema had been so caught up in her work that she had promptly forgotten it, and with the rest of her co-workers in high spirits about it, there was nothing she could do to avoid it. Besides, Klavier had asked her to be her "escort" for the night, and she was abnormally looking forward to that.

Ema stared at the primed version of herself. The style of the outfit looked like her normal clothing, but somehow twisted into a new form. Jenni, her friend from the hospital, had even found her a white trench, one that looked like a tricked-out adaptation of her lab coat. Jenni and Kianna…it was still hard for Ema to believe that they were stepsisters. Jenni barely knew any German, and Kianna's English was still improving.

A loud knock on the door interrupted Ema's thoughts, and she hurried into the hallway. She unbolted the door, turning the knob and throwing open the door with such force that it banged against the wall. Klavier Gavin stood, leaning in the doorframe, smiling cheekily, like something out of a toothpaste commercial. He scanned Ema up and down, making her feel extremely self-conscious, before nodding in satisfaction. "I see that Kianna did her magic on you, Fräulein Skye. You should dress like this more often."

Ema flushed red at the comment. "Let me get my purse, and then we can go," she said hurriedly, and she rushed back to her room to fetch the borrowed salmon pink purse. Snatching her coat off the hanger on the back of her door, she went back to the hall to see Klavier admiring himself in the mirror. She rolled her eyes, and pushed his arm playfully.

"A little full of yourself, don't you think Klavier?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Fräulein," Klavier replied, turning back to her. "The attention is supposed to be all on you…Perhaps I should shower you with more compliments. Let's see…now what was that one that had to do with your face…" Ema blushed, even before Klavier had remembered his words of praise for her. She pushed him out of her apartment, locking the door behind her.

The ride to the Wonder Bar was short, too short if Ema vaguely remembered. She clenched her fists in the deep pockets of her coat, struggling to keep down her emotions. Oh God, I hope the fop doesn't make me same some lame speech…Shoot, what if he does? Great, I'm jinxing myself already…Ema's breathing increased slightly and she hugged her purse tighter to her chest.

Suddenly, she felt a sudden warmth surround her hand. It gently pried it open, and then a thumb began to caress the palm of her hand. Klavier's voice was in her ear, mumbling "Breathe…Relax…" over and over again. Ema leaned into him, loosening her muscles as the car pulled to a stop.

He helped her out of the car, and they walked silently towards the bar's door. Ema followed the quiet playing of soothing music towards the large party room, pushing the door open as faintly as possible. She stood, frozen in place, and Klavier nearly bumped into her as he tried to enter.

Kianna was sitting on a stool, high atop the stage, and she was singing. Her voice was just as melodic and perfect as her regular speaking voice, and intertwined with the harmony of the band behind her. She saw the two enter, and shot them a wink as she turned back to the crowd, who was practically worshiping her as they waved their hands back and forth to the music. The off-the-shoulder pink sweater that she wore was casual, as was her black jeans and white knee-high boots, and Ema felt immediately overdressed.

"K-K-Kianna can sing?" Ema asked in disbelief.

"Don't sound so surprise, Fräulein Skye. The singing blood runs through the entire Gavin family tree."

"Unfortunately, that doesn't include the Ziemlich family tree," Jenni laughed as she appeared from beside the bar. She gave Klavier a quick hug and Ema a kiss on the cheek. "Kianna has a band back in Germany, kind of like Klavier had here. The band's currently on break, because of all the different jobs they have, but they're all here tonight!" Her face broke into a grin as she motioned towards the other band members behind Kianna's slender figure.

"Visions so insane, travel unraveling through my brain, cold when I am denied it, your light is ultraviolet…Ultraviolet…" Kianna's voice, somehow unaccented now in the song, trailed off to end the song. The audience burst into applause, and the three hastily joined in. As the crowd silenced, Kianna spoke again, her eyes glistening in the bright lights of the Wonder Bar.

"Thank you so much, everyone. Before we continue with the rest of tonight's party, I would like to thank my family away from family. Everyone, please say hello to Die Vereinigten Engel!" The mob cheered again, and Kianna continued, introducing her band members. "We may not all be from Germany, but we all love to perform there. We have Diarmi from Ireland at the drums, Viana from England at the piano, and we have myself and Rumiko from the United States at the guitar and vocals."

Out of all the three new girls on the stage, Ema found Rumiko the most interesting. Silken raven-black hair, glowing from within with its brilliant copper highlights, was pushed out of her naturally tan face and she stroked her dark guitar with darkly painted fingernails. Bangles shadowed her face slightly, and her brown eyes flickered with excitement as Kianna introduced her.

"And now that we have played a few songs for you, it is time for you to sing your heart out." Kianna pulled out a remote from her pocket, and flicked on a hidden television screen. Lines in different colors flashed across the screen, and one of the Wonder Bar waiters wheeled out a large cart of various CDs. Ema groaned at the sight of her worst enemy. Karaoke…

"If you would like to sing, please write your name on the sign up sheet by the stage. You can also pick up a list of songs that you can possibly sing or, if you would like, I will choose a song for you. We will be taking a five minute break, so first singer please be ready!" Kianna flashed a quick smile, and then climbed off the stage, followed by her band members.

Ema plopped down on a bar stool, rubbing her hands together. Kianna wouldn't make her sing karaoke, would she? Oh God, she'd better not…Ema's fast paced breathing started up again, and Klavier chuckled quietly at her displeasure. He wrapped one arm around her and waved over to the bartender for drinks. Ema accepted the chocolatini, dropping in a few Snackoos for good measure before sipping slowly. She was still paranoid after the Adonis drugging incident, even if no one here would bother to drug her.

Suddenly, a blue top hat appeared from the crowd, bobbing up and down towards Ema. Trucy Wright jumped one last leap into the air, finally landing in front of Ema with a large grin on her impish face. "Hi Ema, Prosecutor Gavin," she said, energetic and bubbly as she hopped onto a stool.

"Fräulein, how are you?" Klavier smiled.

Apollo Justice also appeared from the mob, perspiration dripping off his forehead. "T…T…Trucy," he panted, "don't run off like that. M…M…Mr. Wright said…not to go into the mob…"

Phoenix Wright also emerged, just as gasping for breath as Apollo. "T…Trucy, don't run so fast next time," he breathed loudly, pulling a chair from one of the empty tables and draping his shape over the chair. "You never know who's sitting around in a bar at a police station party…" Trucy made a face, leaning over the counter to order a coke from the bartender.

Kianna, finally pulling away from the crowd, smiled at the small group huddling together near the bar. "It looks as if the real party is here," she grinned, and sat down at one of the larger tables. Her band scraped chairs at the same table, and a waiter robotically took their orders for drinks before scurrying away.

"Klavier," Viana, the pianist, said in a slightly accented voice, "Kianna tells me you are quite the musician here in the states." Viana's dirty blonde locks were pushed away from her face by a magnetic clip, and a single streak of white ran through the her side bangs

Will you sing for the karaoke? It would be an honor to play backup for you," Diarmi, the drummer girl, said in her beautiful Irish accent. Diarmi was slightly rounder than the others were, but her figure was concealed in a green and white dress. Slick red hair was up to her waist, and magnified her pale green eyes and full lips.

"We don't get to play with most musicians back in Germany," added Rumiko, the singer and guitarist. "We like to be the lone group, but I've heard your music before. It's truly magnificent." She adjusted her dark glasses, wiping the lens with her shirt.

Klavier smiled at the compliments. "Well," he said slowly, "I suppose singing one song wouldn't hurt. But, I'll only sing if…if Fräulein Skye sings after me."

"W-w-what?!" Ema shrieked, nearly falling off her stool. "I-I-I…I can't sing for my life!"

"Then I won't sing then," Klavier said simply, folding his arms across his chest.

Kianna shot Ema a pleading look, which she returned with furrowed eyebrows. Did she really expect her to sing? "You won't have to say a speech later…" offered Kianna slyly.

The offer was too tempting to resist. Ema pounced before thinking. "I'll sing…but…only if Mr. Wright sings!"

Mr. Wright's eyes bugged out, and he choked slightly on his grape juice. "OBJECTION!" he sputtered. "I can't sing! Have you heard me on the piano?!" When no one replied, just stared, he threw in his own bargain. "Fine, I'll sing if…Apollo sings."

"OBJECTION!" Apollo yelped back, stretching his acclaimed Chords of Steel. "I'm…I'm not going to sing anything!"

"Come on, Herr Forehead," Klavier complained, "Everyone else is going to do it if you oblige."

"Okay, okay, I'll sing if…Trucy sings!"

"And I'll sing," Trucy said without missing a beat, "If Prosecutor Gavin sings!"

"But Fräulein," Klavier chuckled, "I'm already singing."

"Trucy!" the others complained. The girl had just sentenced them to a slow and pitiful death, and she didn't even realize it. Trucy took a swig from her coke, and then blinked innocently at the annoyed group.

"Okay, I will go sign you up to sing." Kianna reached into one of the pockets of her sweater, pulling out a folded piece of paper. "Here are tonight's song selections. The CDs are somewhat old, so these songs aren't exactly modern, but they are all the good ones."

Ema took the list, examining the song choices. The others peeked over her shoulder, reading off what they could possibly do to humiliate themselves. Trucy stabbed her finger at one of the songs. "That's mine!" Apollo rolled his eyes, but also chose a song, and Mr. Wright reluctantly joined him. Klavier mumbled in German, slightly peeved that none of his songs were on there. He would have to sing an American song, and he choose one that got a few eyebrow raisings from the group.

"Which one are you choosing, Ema?" Trucy asked.

Ema looked over the list again. "I don't know," she sighed miserably. "I…I can't sing. Which one has a really long music solo or intro?"

"None of them, I think," Apollo muttered.

Rumiko stood up from the table, and the surrounding people parted like the Red Sea. She stood next to Ema, just up to her shoulder because of the stool, and placed her finger next to the song and singer. "It's a good song," she said quietly, "And your lyrics are simple. Worse comes to worse, you can make up a line or two, even repeat them."

Before Ema could reply, Kianna stepped back onto the stage. "Okay, let us start our karaoke!" The crowd cheered, and the band members quickly disappeared into the crowd, appearing again on the stage. Ema looked down at the song. She knew this one; she had been obsessed with it a few years ago and still had that ring tone for her some of her friends on her cell. She looked up, and the corners of her mouth twitched up in a thankful smile. Rumiko returned the grin, slipping the guitar strap back over her body.

A helpful waitress handed out lyrics for the songs to those who had signed up, and Ema clutched her paper. The lyrics were just as Rumiko said; easy and simple. She bit her lip, reviewing the song over and over again. It was hard to focus while Detective Gumshoe and Maggey Byrde belted out an earsplitting rendition of Summer Nights, or while a bunch of interns sang out a drunken version of one of the High School Musical songs. Something about being "all in this forever"…

Soon, it was Trucy's turn and she hopped onto the stage. There was polite applause, most people wondering what the young girl in the magician's outfit was going to sing. She smiled angelically. And then the music started and Trucy started to sing.

"Pick a card, any card, that's what he told me. I took it to rodeo and it worked like magic for me. Spa, massage, a lap of the lux, his and hers, flying spurs, automatical rush!"

Ema's mouth dropped open. The crowd surprisingly laughed, clapping encouragingly for her. Mr. Wright's face was pale, but he forced himself to sit and let his daughter finish. Apollo was rocking back and forth on his heels, pretending not to listen as he stuck one finger in the ear. Klavier, on the other hand, was chuckling, amused with her rocker getup. Ema slurped down her chocolatini, and tried to block out Trucy and focus on her lyrics.

"…Won't be the same after tonight, like magic…magic…magic." Trucy concluded, and the audience burst into genuine applause. She beamed, bowing. A teenage girl had brought down the house! This is totally going to set the bar for the rest of us, Ema thought.

Apollo nervously got up onto the stage, his gravity-defying hair almost touching one of the stage lights. He murmured what song he was singing to Kianna, who grinned mischievously at his choice. The soft music began to play, quietly tinkling, and Apollo began to sing in a slight monotonic voice.

"Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality. Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see…" Apollo picked the mike out of the holder, adding a little more attitude to the song as he harmonized with the female vocals. "I'm just a poor boy, I need some sympathy…Because I'm easy come, easy go, a little high, little low…Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me…to me…." He paused, then slammed the entire stand onto the stage, causing the audience to jump. "Mama! Just killed a man!" The entire audience burst into laughter, hooting all the way.

"Oh…My…God," Trucy giggled, sitting down on her stool.

"He's…he's singing Queen!" Ema gasped.

"You know Queen, Fräulein Skye?"

Ema turned chrisom. "Only this song," she stammered. "L-Lana liked it…" She refocused on the paper, listening to her ring tone yet again.

Apollo finally reached the ending climax of his song and, with growing confidence, he began to belt out the next lines. "So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye-e-es! So you think you can love and leave me to die-e-e! Oh, baby! Can't do this to me baby! Just got to get out, just got to get right out of here!" He began to do a ridiculous head roll, his hair nearly touching the floor, and the crowd laughed and cheered.

Apollo had just set the bar even higher.

Phoenix Wright was up next, and he got into conversation with Viana. She smiled encouragingly and got up from her keyboard, twisting a knob at the top of the panel. He sat down, pushed a key and, among all things, began to play. And it wasn't his usual chopsticks or Steel Samurai; it was a complicated tune that caused Ema to nearly fall over in her chair. He leaned towards the mike, his voice a gentle alto. "I found God, on the corner of First of Amsted, where the west was all but won, all alone, smoking his last cigarette. I said, 'Where've you been?'. He said, 'Ask anything'…"

"Mr. Wright can…play? B-b-but I thought…" Ema sputtered, eyes wide.

Klavier snickered. "Fräulein Skye, look carefully at his hands."

Ema squinted at Mr. Wright's hands, and saw what Klavier had pointed out. The cunning ex-attorney's hands never pressed down the keys, rather his hands just moved wildly across the shiny keyboard. She laughed as she realized it. Mr. Wright was faking, but the watching people didn't see it. Instead, they watched him, enhanced, convinced that he was playing those beautiful notes.

But with every note he played, Ema began to feel the pressure sink in. Klavier had disappeared from her side and was prepping himself by the side of the stage. She drained her second chocolatini, not even bothering with the Snackoos this time.

"…Why'd you have to wait…To find me…To find me…" Mr. Wright trailed off, and the audience applauded loudly, shouting encore calls. Viana took her place back behind the piano, and Phoenix Wright resumed his grape-chugging personality, unknowingly pushing the bar past the ceiling.

Klavier jumped up onto the stage, and the viewers burst into loud acclamation. He positioned himself near the center of the stage, and Viana began the intro. "Best thing 'bout tonight's that we're not fighting; could it be that we have been this way before? I know that you don't think that I am trying; I know you're wearing thing down to the core…"

The tempo increased, and Klavier began to let his voice really take over the crowd. As he came to the chorus, he looked straight at Ema and winked. Ema felt herself turn red, but she smiled and waved back. He worked the stage, just like at his concerts, running his hands along the keyboard, gently giving Kianna a light hug, touching the outstretched hands of the front rowers.

"…Because a girl like you is impossible to find; you're impossible to find…" Klavier slung the mike back in place, and was greeted by the even louder adoration from the sea of Gavinners fans. If the others had been setting the bar all night, Klavier had just shot the bar through the roof and to the moon. Ema was stressing even more now, and her lyric paper became a sweaty mess in her hands. Kianna motioned her onto the stage, and she got shakily to her feet. Klavier had helpfully set out a stool, and she sat down with as much grace as she could manage. Oh, why oh why did I agree to this?! Ema sighed, signaled for the band to begin, and then she heard Kianna start the intro.

This is it, she thought, now or never.

She opened her mouth, fully ready to hear the horrible flat noise that she normally heard when she sang in the shower. But instead, it was a soulful, jazzy, almost attractive note. Ema gripped the stool on the side with ether of her hands, and let this new voice, this new person, take over her and sing. "I've been awake for a while now. You've got me feelin' like a child now, 'cause every time I see your bubbly face, I get the tingles in a silly place."

Ema closed her eyes, not wanting to see the looks of probably horror that was on each of the faces of the audience. "Starts in my toes, and I crinkle my nose; wherever it goes, I always know that you make me smile. Please stay for a while now; just take your time, wherever you go…"

She sat in that position for the entire song, clutching the stool, allowing the mike to be a centimeter away from her lips. Ema did relax her grip every now and then, but something would click in her brain and she would reattach herself to it. The ending chorus came closer and closer, and Ema's breath slowened. "It starts in my soul, and I lose all control; when you kiss my nose, the feelin' shows. 'Cause you make me smile; baby, just take your time now, holdin' me tight…Wherever, wherever, wherever you go… Wherever, wherever, wherever you go…"

She opened her eyes, ready to face the thrown drinks and tomatoes that she thought would have hit her. Instead, the audience stared at her, stunned. Oh my God…I stunk that bad? But then the people slowly got to their feet. Oh shoot, they're leaving? And they began to clap loudly, louder than anybody else had received that night. Klavier got up onto the stage, helpfully guiding her down with his hands. Ema could feel the beam of pride radiating off his body.

The night ended perfectly, for everyone really. Trucy and Phoenix were both whistling as they sipped drinks by the bar and, every now and then, a random person who had heard them sing came up to them, showering them with compliments. Apollo had somehow stared a conversation with Rumiko, and she had inconspicuously tucked her phone number into the front pocket of his vest. He turned red, and she lightly kissed his cheek before heading off to the waiting limo. Kianna was on the phone with her husband and son, laughing as she listened to the racket occurring between father and son. Klavier and Ema were strolling through the quiet streets, walking home so that they could enjoy the full moon. Ema turned to Klavier by her door.

"Klavier, how did I do...really?"

"Honestly?" He thought for a moment, and then smiled, kissing her forehead. "You did...perfect."

And now for the exciting announcement!

I've been getting a lot of PMs suggesting that I write a sequel to this fanfic. I've thought about it with one of my *ahem* editors, and she suggested that I use this story as the start of a series! Thus, from now on, I'm going to focus on the new Envious? series, a bunch of stories following the jealousy that erupts between random relationships throughout AJAA and PWAA.

But I really want to know what story you guys want to hear next. So...

Please go to my profile page and vote at the poll. Before you vote, however, read the outline for each story that is to come (it's under my mini biography).

Any suggestions can be addressed here via review. If you want to talk about something, PM me or review anyway. I'm here :)

~Geneth