#(also maya's stage performance is based on world/inferno)

[aceprosecuties]

Kay takes her boss-slash-friend Franziska to a rock concert, much to the latter’s annoyance.  But Franziska might forgive her after she sees the band’s vocalist.  Rock star AU.  Franmaya (or at least the beginnings of).  Unedited.  Approx. 1300 words.

“…Kay Faraday.  I thought you said we were going to a concert.”

Franziska was not happy, and she made that abundantly clear through her tone and facial expression when Kay happily bounced back holding onto two cups of…was that beer? Despite Franziska’s utter look of disgust, she took the cup when Kay offered it, though did not bring said cup to her lips.  

“This is a concert!  Look around you!”  Kay outstretched her arms, causing some of her beer to spill onto the floor.  Not that anyone minded, of course.  Many others had already done the same. Franziska wondered if the floor was permanently stained – did the over-saturation of beer and other alcohol change the original color?

“I had assumed you meant an orchestra.  Not this…foolish display of irresponsibility and future alcoholism.”  

Her insults never really did affect Kay, did they? She just smiled widely and put her free hand on Franziska’s shoulder, pulling her in close.  

“I said you needed to loosen up.  You’ve been working nonstop, especially since Mr. Edgeworth has gone overseas so you’re without your partner!  And even though its been months, I know you’re still upset about Adrian-”

“I’m fine. And Miles Edgeworth being gone is a blessing.  It allows me to run things the way they should be run.  Perfectly.” Her brother-slash-partner being away for a few months to check on the German branch of their corporate law firm saddled her with their domestic clientele, so she admittedly was sleeping even less than she normally did. Plus, even though their breakup was amicable and was really only due to Adrian having to move out of the country, Franziska would often find herself wistful if she thought about it for more than two minutes.  So, in a way, the work helped with that too.

“Well even if you think you’re perfect at hiding your feelings and stress, I can see it.”  Finally, Franziska took a sip of that beer.  It was awful, but the alcohol perhaps would make this conversation less unbearable.  When exactly did she become friends with Miles’ assistant?  Kay had a way of just worming her way into everyone’s hearts unexpectedly.  It was…strange.

“So you’re solution is to take me to a rock concert.  You should know I hate this type of environment.”  Too messy. Too many people just yelling and pushing each other.  Too much chaos.  Franziska preferred order and structure.

“And that’s why I brought you here!”  Kay smiled that goofy smile of hers, and Franziska resisted the urge to cross her arms over her chest in aggravation – if she did, she might accidentally spill beer on her clothes, which would just make the whole night even worse.

“Your logic astounds me, Kay Faraday.”  The sarcasm was thick, but Kay ignored it.

“I figured if I drove I could trap you here,” Kay said, sticking her tongue out in what she probably thought was a cheeky fashion. “Hey, I made it so that we got her after the pre-bands, at least!”

“How wonderful.  So I just get to witness the group everyone came here for and thus will react the strongest to.  I cannot wait for my eardrums to rupture from all the excitement.”  Again, Kay ignored Franziska’s sarcasm, and chose instead to just finish off her beer.

“Also you should be happy I’m not forcing you out on the floor with the mosh pit.  Though I will probably abandon you at one point to get in on that action.”  

“How could you possibly-”

The dimming of the lights was met with thunderous cheers and screams, and Franziska noticed people flock to the main floor, smashing into each other in their attempts to reach the front of the stage.  It was barbaric to her at first glance, but she then noticed that when a small girl fell down, people immediately yelled to pick her up, and they did.  Huh…it seemed there were some uncodified conventions amidst all the chaos.

Franziska kept her eyes on the stage; one by one the band members came out, and if it was possible, the crowd became louder and louder with each one.  First – the drummer.  An extremely tall man dressed in all black.  His thick hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and Franziska wondered if the white in his bangs was dye or it was naturally like that.  Based on the screams of “we love you Simon” Franziska deduced that his name was…Simon.  

Second…Franziska assumed it was the bassist.  Her hair was brown, and combed over so that most of it fell on her right side in a messy fashion.  She had pink strange-looking goggles on her head and wore what may have been a lab coat sometime in the past.  It was tattered and frayed at the edges, and in some places held together with string and belts.  

The guitarist was the third, and the one who acknowledged the audience the most.  Blond, tanned, gorgeous…he was most teenage girl’s dream.  Plus, his outfit exposed part of his chest and abdomen…just enough to tease those who were looking.  He blew a kiss, and Franziska was surprised that some of the audience members didn’t faint right there.

She waited for the singer, but the vocalist was nowhere to be seen even as the three instrumentalists began playing. Whether the crowd reacted so…enthusiastically was because this was a favorite or because they were excited to get things started was unclear.  Franziska knew this was going to be a long night.

Another sip of that disgusting beer.

Which she almost choked on when the vocals began, and the spotlight showed the singer fearlessly dangling off the side of one of the second-floor banisters.

But the apparent danger – which said vocalist didn’t seem to care at all about – was not why Franziska ended up coughing up some of that drink.

How…how could such a reckless woman be so captivating at first sight?  

Franziska stared, her mouth partially open in an ungraceful manner.  The vocalist made her way down to the stage, where she put the microphone she had been holding into its holder.  She grabbed onto it as she broke into the chorus, allowing her voice to become slightly raspier and louder.  Strangely, Franziska found it alluring.

She wondered how the beads on some of the ends of the musician’s hair weren’t annoying, especially given how much she ran and jumped around the stage.  Her black hair had accents of pink and purple, and she wore a long purple jacket over a crème-colored dress that split down the front, revealing black shorts under a thick purple fabric belt.  Franziska wondered if it was those legs or just the amount of body heat in this place that made her suddenly feel so much warmer.

The singer didn’t seem to mind when people climbed onto the stage and began singing with her, though they were never allowed up there for long before she pushed them back to the crowd, which would carry them to the back of the floor.  Another rule amongst the bedlam.

After the song was finished, the band immediately started up another one – was their stamina so great that they really could keep up this amount of energy for…two hours?  

Still, Franziska turned to Kay, who thankfully hadn’t abandoned her for the moshing just yet, to ask a question.

“Who is she?”  She hopefully spoke loud enough for Kay to hear her over the roaring of the guitar and the beats of the bass and drum and over that voice.  

“Who?  The singer?���

Franziska nodded.

“Maya Fey!  She’s a fucking beast!”  Judging from Kay’s tone, that was a high compliment.

Still though, Franziska turned back, unable to tear her eyes away.

“Maya Fey…”

She said the woman’s name to herself, to make sure that she would not forget it.