AN: Now it's time for Iris's chapter! As you may have noticed, Iris's stage name (Ginger Fey) is the only one that doesn't really fit. She kind of got stuck with the leftovers since everyone else already had their perfect stage name. I mean I could have made Dahlia "Ginger" but then everyone else's names would be screwed up. Any who, without further delay, enjoy.

"I think we should go for something a bit more mainstream." Maya suggested. Right now the girls were in a meeting on their new song. Sure they had writers who would actually make the lyrics, but those writers needed something to go off of.

"I think it should be a love song. Musical Maya would get a solo and sing about Manager Nick." Pearl went off into lala land; presumably fantasizing about the two's wedding. The young singer had gotten over her crush on Phoenix rather quickly. She said there were two reasons. One, Manager Nick already had a special someone, and that it wasn't right to break up their relationship. Two, well, she wasn't telling anyone, but she always smiled whenever anyone would question her about it say it was a secret.

"No, we need to do something hardcore. You know, we get some electric guitars, drums, bass maybe even…" Dahlia began to list off some of her desires for her idea of a song.

"Dahlia, did you forget that your sister is only eight?!" Mia questioned as she glared at her cousin.

"Yeah, so?" Dahlia asked, clearly seeing no problem with this fact.

"So, she does not and should not know about some of the stuff those kinds of songs contain." Mia put her hands on her hips and was just waiting for what Dahlia would say next.

"It's not like they're talking about getting drunk and partying like half the crap on the radio now a days. Mainstream stuff, kind of like what your little sister was suggesting." The red head smirked as she saw her rival become mad. The girls continued to argue about the subject.

"U-Um, I-I have an idea." The small timid voice of Iris offered. Mia and Dahlia were still arguing over the previous ideas that had already been set on the table and paid no attention to their band mate. That, or they just could not hear her.

"It's not like people don't know what a little blood is." Dahlia flipped her hair over her shoulder looking rather annoyed.

"Yes, but we appeal to all ages. What about that ten year old that listens to our song and then decides it is okay to go murder someone?" Mia challenged.

"Come on, no one would honestly…" She was about to say more, but a certain blue suited manager interrupted.

"Can you guys put aside your differences for ten seconds and listen to Iris." Phoenix felt somewhat bad for the soft spoken girl. She hardly ever got the chance to voice her opinion on anything.

The room went quiet and Iris could hardly conceal her blush. "I- I was thinking we could do something a little… slower. Like a ballad." For a few seconds no one said anything. "It-it's n-n-not like we have to or anything. I just…"

"I think it's a good idea! We haven't done anything like that in a while." Maya slung her arm around a still blushing Iris. The two cousins were pretty close to one another. One could almost classify them as best friends.

"Me too, I think we should do it!" Pearl was bouncing up and down in excitement. "And it can be a romantic song at the same time."

"I think it's stupid; there's a reason we haven't… oof." Dahlia was surprised to feel Mia's elbow in her gut.

"That would be wonderful Iris." Mia said politely.

"Alright then, I'll go and give the writers these notes." Phoenix held up a pad of paper. "You girls can take a break now, but don't forget that we have to shoot scene 11 at three o'clock." He waved the girls away and headed toward the fax machine.

Iris made her way to her trailer and closed the door behind her. She finally let a smile show through. She was just so happy that everyone had chosen her idea, but she had not wanted to seem conceited, so she held her smile in until she was alone.

Then again, she never would have been able to share her opinion if it weren't for Phoenix Wright. He had been her voice when she couldn't seem to find her own. She moved over to her vanity and looked at herself in the mirror. These feelings she had, they were just ones of friendship…right? And Phoenix's actions, they were simply what he would do for any of the girls. She shouldn't be selfish and think that he only cared for her.

Iris sighed and turned away. The thing was she wanted his feelings all to herself, though she had never told anyone, even Maya. Maybe it was her physique that made him not notice her. She wasn't exactly a Mia. Or maybe it was her personality; she needed to be louder, like Maya. While she was still contemplating this a small knock was heard on the door.

"Hey Iris, it's me, Phoenix. Can I come in?" Iris snapped her head in the direction of the door.

"Yeah, one second." She got up and smoothed her light purple dress out for any wrinkles. She made her way to the door and proceeded to unlock and open it. She gave her usual small smile, but then remembered what she had just been thinking moments ago; she needed to boost her personality. She gave wide smile.

"Hello Iris." He stepped into her trailer and she closed the door behind him.

"H-hello Phoenix," Be more confident. "Why are you here?"

The manager rubbed the back of her head sheepishly. "I came here to congratulate you."

"Congratulate?" Iris asked as she gestured for him to take a seat on one of the few chairs she had available.

"You know… on coming up with a great idea." He's so cute right now, and he came here to congratulate me. Gah, Iris he's probably just being nice. He would do the same for anyone else.

"Thank you." Iris turned her face away so that Phoenix could not see the slight blush that was on her cheeks.

"I also got you some Irises." He produced a bouquet of flowers from behind his back. He had completely forgotten what Dahlia's advice about using that pickup technique. "Though they can never match your beauty." Iris's cheeks became an even darker red.

"I… That's so cheesy," She saw how Phoenix's face fell. He was probably expecting a more gentle and timid answer. "But I like them nonetheless."

"Heh heh, really?" Iris nodded slightly. "I had to look all over for some that were not wilting."

"That was very nice of you…" The two sat there awkwardly for a few minutes, neither knowing what to say. Both could hear the clock's second hand ticking.

"So…" Phoenix started, trying to get some sort of conversation going.

"So…" Iris repeated as she tugged on the hem of her dress. More silence followed.

"Have you heard about Winston Payne?" Phoenix offered up. The dark haired girl shook her head. "Apparently that ridiculous hairstyle of his is gone. You know the one with that bobbing pile of hair."

"How?" The singer was shocked to hear of this "tragedy."

"The story goes that Ema experimented 'scientifically' with his shampoo and by the time he got out of the shower it was all gone."

"Oh, wow. That must have hurt his head, and his ego." Iris commented. The room fell into another awkward silence. Phoenix should have probably excused himself, but it would have seemed rude.

"Iris,"

"Yes," The girl replied.

"I didn't come here to congratulate you." Phoenix started.

"…I figured."

"I know you've been in the Fey Girls a long time. I should know, I have always been your manager, but there is something we need to talk about." Iris sighed. He was cutting her from the group, wasn't he? She didn't contribute anything so she was going to leave. Don't cry Iris, it's not that bad. Be happy that it wasn't someone else more important. Don't cry, whatever you do don't cry. Even repeating this to herself and digging her nail into her palm did not help, because before she knew it she was crying.

"I-I-Iris?!" Phoenix was alarmed. Why was she crying? This was even worse than when he had thought her twin was crying because this time he had no idea why she was upset.

"I-I'm sorry, I-I sh-shouldn't make this h-harder for you." She wiped her tears away with the back of her hand. "I-I'll be gone within a week."

The manager was alarmed at her statement. "Gone?!"

"I'll leave the group and you alone." She looked away sadly.

"No, I don't want you to leave us alone, especially not me!" Iris looked back over to where Phoenix was standing up from his seat. "I enjoy your company. That's why I was going to ask you on a date."

It was Iris's turn to be surprised. "Date?! I-I don't know what to say."

"I understand if you say no. You wouldn't be the first." Phoenix however, did not elaborate on this.

"No, I'd love to." Iris wiped away the last traces of her tears and was now smiling from ear to ear, and pretty soon Phoenix was too.

"Really, then how about Saturday, one o'clock, Tres Bien?"

"Sure… wait that's tomorrow, we have to film that day." Iris said.

"I'm sure I could pull some strings." Phoenix said as he looked at his watch. "Ah, we better get to the set, it's almost three."

"You go ahead, I have to change." The blue suited man nodded and left her trailer. Iris couldn't help but smile the entire time she got ready, and when she exited her makeshift dressing room she didn't even try to contain the smile on her face.