Prompt: Your character is making music. Whether with singing or instruments, alone or with a group, to an audience or to an empty room, how do they perform? What song do they choose? How does the music make them feel? (Up to 300 Words)

My Word Count: 300

Pairing(s): Phoenix/Maya

Character(s): Maya Fey, Phoenix Wright

Phoenix could hear the dull thud of music coming from somewhere inside the house as he entered. He followed the noise all the way upstairs and down the hall, expecting Trucy or maybe even Pearl in their room with their radio up too loud.

Instead he passed by both of their bedrooms, and continued on to the room he shared with Maya. It was clear the music was coming from in there, and the closer he got, the more distinctive the second singing voice accompanying the music became.

He quietly opened the door a crack, and without the protection of the door the music seemed to be blasting. He poked his head in and looked around, catching sight of Maya on the other side of the room in front of the mirror, dancing to the music with a hairbrush microphone in her hand.

Her eyes were closed as she sang, belting out the lyrics to ABBA's Dancing Queen.

"You are the Dancing Queeeen! Young and sweet, only seventeeeeeen!"

Phoenix couldn't help the laugh that burst out of him, and Maya jumped, spinning in her spot. "Nick!" she said, running to the stereo to turn it down. "You scared me!" she said.

"Sorry," he said, approaching her to take her into his arms in greeting. "You're young and sweet, yes," he said, "but definitely not seventeen anymore."

Maya rolled her eyes as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Thanks for reminding me."

He leaned down to peck her on the cheek. "Even if you were still seventeen, I don't think your dancing would make you any sort of royalty."

She smacked him on the chest. "I'm not that bad of a dancer!" she said, sticking her tongue out and going back to the stereo to turn the music back up.