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Loud, way too loud, it was the most predominant thought on Apollo’s mind. The ground appeared to be shaking with the sole intensity of the music, which made him feel as if it was reverberating through his whole body. He was surrounded by singing, screaming, and dancing people, who helped create a chaotic and vibrant atmosphere. He was not very accustomed to this kind of ambiances, even though the courtroom sometimes fell into some sort of ruckus, it was not to be compared to a concert.
He and Trucy were once again offered some discount tickets by the one and only Klavier Gavin, prosecutor and rockstar, he had said to consider them a sort of celebration for having once again completed a case together.
Apollo wasn’t very eager in going, those type of places were not really up his alley, but we were talking about a concert of the Gavinners, there was no way Trucy wouldn’t be making him go with her, even if it meant she may have to drag him to the Sunshine Coliseum.
It was not because the songs were bad, he often listened to them on the CDs Trucy had bought, as she would frequently play them in the office. He would never admit it to her, but he enjoyed the Gavinners’ music, and not only did he listen to them when Trucy would put on the CDs, but also at his house he would relish their songs. Apollo had even started making a playlist with only the Gavinners’ songs, information which absolutely no one should get a hold of, for he would be teased to death by the persons who were the most probable of finding out.
But one thing was listening to a recording, which you can adjust the volume to your liking, and other thing was listening to it live, at full blast, without having a say in the matter regarding how loud it was.
He just wanted to take refuge at the backstage during a few songs, but Trucy was not having any of that, not this time. She had no ill intentions; Apollo knew that the magician only wanted her companion to rejoice in the situation they were in thanks to Klavier’s kindness.
Before they went to the concert, she had said to him, “And no going to the backstage Polly, you should appreciate more these tickets prosecutor Gavin gives to us.” She put her hands to her hips, while giving Apollo a little pout. “Do you know just how hard they are to get a hold of?”
Indeed, he knew of the hardships people went for getting some concert tickets, it was not like he was living under a rock —he was not talking from experience, he just knew because of social media and the news, where it was shown the infinite queues people went through just to get ahold of some concert tickets— and Klavier always gave to them VIP ones. But the damned prosecutor with a pretty face never just gave the tickets to them as a gift, like one would expect; he only gave them a discount for them.
That bastard, Apollo had muttered to himself when the prosecutor offered him and Trucy the tickets. Not even because we are dating he gives us the fricking tickets for free, greedy German wannabe bitch. That he did not allow his mouth to utter, but it seemed as if Klavier was able to read his mind, or better said, the frown Apollo had adhered to his face.
“Herr Forehead, stop scowling, I have to eat too, ja?” Klavier expressed while stooping so he could see Apollo to the eyes. At first, he kind of hated that gesture of his, Apollo that is, it felt insulting in some way when the prosecutor did that, but now… he has gotten accustomed to it. When Klavier crouched down a bit, Apollo had a perfect view of his face, for the prosecutor always inched closer to him when doing that motion. He was able to melt a bit under Klavier’s soft gaze, when talking with the defense attorney it was rarely ever stern, his blue eyes getting soft wrinkles at the corners caused by his smile. Ugh, that striking smile, his gloss drowned lips making a perfect waxing crescent on his pretty face.
Alright Apollo, get a grip, back to what prosecutor Gavin was saying. He backtracked the other man’s words, processing what he had just said which just made him scowl even more. Eat too?! Eat my ass —not meant literally, albeit he wouldn’t object, well… perhaps a bit just to tease Klavier— as if he didn’t make enough money by being a prosecutor.
“Come on Herr Forehead, you know I love having you and the little Fräulein at our concerts.” He proceeded to walk towards Trucy, he put an arm around her shoulders and continued, “if you won’t go for me, at least amuse the Fräulein. You must be a gentleman, ja?”
There was no escaping, Klavier already had Trucy beaming with excitement at the idea of once again attending one of the band’s concerts. And of course, Mr. Wright wouldn’t allow her going alone, and it was obvious that no way in hell his boss would be going with his daughter. The guy hated those kinds of places; without a doubt he would excuse himself with something along the lines of, “An old man like me is out of the picture in those sort of events, you youngsters go and have fun.” Not as if that haven’t been cynically said by him the last time Klavier had invited them.
Apollo only prayed another murder wouldn’t take place, other than that, he already knew what his fate was. Begrudgingly he said to his friend, who was giving him some rather convincing puppy eyes, and to his way too persuasive boyfriend, a grumbled “fine”.
Well, at least there was an improvement since the last time Klavier gave them tickets, this time he offered them a discount of 70%, so they were making some progress. Although if he was planning on continue inviting them to his concerts, he would better eventually propose the idea of the tickets being free.
Later that night, he received a message from Klavier saying that he shouldn’t worry about paying for the tickets. It had all been an act so Trucy wouldn’t get any sort suspicions; the girl had a wild imagination. They were being extremely cautious about that they were in fact, dating, so they decided in not telling anyone just yet.
And so there he was, amongst a crowd of people shouting and dancing, Trucy being one of them, while he covered his ears in a futile attempt of blocking out the sound. It was after the first two songs when he realized that it was totally in vain, there was absolutely no way of even diminishing a tad bit the damage towards his eardrums. So, he decided to loosen up a bit, but not without first making a mental note of buying some ear plugs the next time he comes to one of the Gavinners’ concerts.
They were on first row, so they had a perfect view of the scenario and the members of the band. Nothing blocked his line of sight, and the beaming lights shined upon the stage, the glimmering outfits of the rockstars dazzled his eyes, specially Klavier and those chains he wore which always managed to annoy Ema’s eyesight.
While gazing upon the person who he had a crush on —well, it was no longer exactly a crush per se, they were already dating, but Apollo still had those fluttering feelings in his stomach when being with Klavier; that is why he felt as if that stage where one is pining for someone else hadn’t gone yet— he couldn’t stop himself from thinking, for the thousandth time, counting doing so consciously or not, just how pretty his boyfriend was. He liked him for many things, not only because of his physical beauty, but it had to be admitted —Klavier Gavin was a handsome individual.
The one word which Apollo considered it described Klavier perfectly, was debonair. In every sense of the word, every single detail just seemed to scream Klavier. His boyfriend was stylish, that purple suit he always wore just did wonders to the prosecutor’s body, it perfectly showed his lean figure —and those tight pants really flattered his ass— one could see just how much attention went into his aspect; his flawless hairstyle, which most probably his older brother taught him how to do; his unblemished face, gloss applied with utter care to his lips. He could go on and on, about just how impeccable Klavier’s appearance was.
Debonair… he liked the sound of that word; it fitted its meaning perfectly. What else did debonair meant?... Ah, yes, charming. Klavier was a charming man. Now Apollo understood why the girls went crazy for him; not only was he attractive, but also very chivalrous. It was no wonder left and right he had girls swooning off their feet with the way he acted. And despite of his flirty nature, he still managed to stay courteous; he never crossed any boundaries and stopped if in any way he made someone uncomfortable. He was aware and considerate of other people’s feelings, that is one of the many reasons Apollo started to like the prosecutor rockstar.
One last word Apollo had seen when looking debonair up in the dictionary, confident. To the outside world, indeed, Klavier was a very confident man. How he carried himself, the way he acted in court; how he stood in the stage and rocked away; every single motion of his or word uttered appeared to have been made with the confidence of the whole world. But Apollo knew that behind his boyfriend’s assertiveness, there was also a small glint of… how could he describe it? There was a tad bit of skepticism behind some of Klavier’s actions, as if doubt were buried deep within his heart.
The sound of Klavier’s sultry voice interrupted his train of thought. He was announcing that they were having a small break.
The Gavinners’ concerts were often comprised of several breaks where the band members could rest up a bit and prepare for the next block of songs —they often lasted no more than ten minutes. The band’s members sometimes changed attires, you know, to match the aesthetic. But there was probably more than met the eye during those breaks, it was very certain that the technical stuff, such as sound effects, which went down for making the concerts happen were being managed.
Some of the rockstars stayed on the stage and interacted with the public, which made their concerts even the more enjoyable. Even a few solos often occurred, per request of the audience, as they sometimes asked if, whoever had stayed on stage, could play them a song.
“Oh, but worry not, as per usual I’ll be accompanying you in the meantime.” Klavier was the one who often stayed up there, chatting with the crowd and making his fans go crazy. There was always a little table with drinks which were gulped down by the band members who stayed during those breaks. It was sort of a way to make the interaction with the crowd feel more organic, as if one would go and chat with friends while downing some drinks.
Klavier always drank from a crystal bottle which seemed to contain water, but he never finished it. This time though, the liquid was disappearing rather fast.
The break had come to an end, the rest of the Gavinners already making their way up the stage. Klavier took one last sip from his drink, which had been halfway gulped down, arranged his bangs and announced to the crowd, “Achtung, let the concert carry on!”
The band members took their positions, and with the wham of the drummer’s drumsticks, the Gavinners started the second phase of the show.
Throughout the course of the concert, Apollo started to loosen up more and more; he knew a lot of the songs they were playing, with the exception of some new released singles, so he couldn’t refrain himself from singing a bit. Alongside a very enthusiastic Trucy, he eventually decided to put into good use his Chords of Steel by singing at the top of his lungs. At the concert he could use them at their full potential, with no restrictions whatsoever; without anyone complaining about it.
Then it came intermission number two of the night, this time Klavier didn’t stay during the whole session, the first few minutes being occupied by the bassist. He eventually joined his colleague up on the stage, the contents of the vocalist’s bottle being emptied by the end of the break.
And it was now when Apollo started to suspect what was the liquid his boyfriend was drinking, at first glance it was water without a doubt, but Klavier’s subtle mannerisms started to give him away to the defense attorney. Klavier looked rather tipsy, he could tell by the way he was walking; the prosecutor’s posture straightened more than the usual, to the point of leaning back a bit. Apollo had seen that quite a few times when they sometimes drank together for celebrating a new case being solved, and they sometimes lost track of their shot count.
On the third band’s rest, Klavier’s bottle was filled once again to the brim. He was chatting with the public while drinking from it, his words starting to intrigue the crowd.
“Everyone, you all know of our most famous song Guilty Love, ja?” The audience roared its answer, while Klavier took another swing from the bottle.
“Well of course you would, now, I am about to share a secret with you. You better not say a word about it, ja?” The audience’s attention was solely focused on Klavier, even Apollo was getting rather curious about this so-called secret of his.
“I am…” he made a small pause, building up the suspense before he sang his secret away, “love love guilty.” The crowd went wild with that statement.
Apollo couldn’t believe his ears, there was no way in fricking hell Klavier was admitting that in front of a crowd of hundreds. They had previously established that they wouldn’t be making their relationship public yet, for it was a rather tight spot they would find themselves in with the media. They still didn’t want to risk finding out how Klavier’s fanbase would be reacting, and they were not prepared for dealing with all that baggage of unwanted attention, especially Apollo. That is why they’ve been laying low about the fact that they’re dating —heck, not even Trucy knew about them yet, just Mr. Wright who had found out by sneakily using the magatama on Apollo.
His heart was thumping so loudly, and he felt how his pulse was starting to accelerate more and more. Oh, just how much he hoped Klavier was only joking, and this was just a way of provoking the audience; that he will soon afterwards say to them he only wanted to make the night exciting, and he will be playing said song, ‘Guilty Love’, only that and nothing more.
Zero secrets revealed regarding his love life.
At the verge of having some sort of attack, Apollo hadn’t noticed that Klavier was stirring up the audience by asking if they wanted to know who the victim of his undying love for them was. The crowd was a complete pandemonium, and the vocalist seemed to be enjoying the uproar.
“I will give you a hint, it’s someone in the front row.” His gaze was wandering around that very first row, making the people on it scream with so much emotion. Trucy leaned towards Apollo, asking with curiosity and excitement on her voice, “Who do you think is that person Polly?” she didn’t even let the poor nervous wreck who was beside her process said question, she let out a little gasp and jokingly teased, “he might be referring to me!”
Klavier gave a smirk to the crowd and noted, “I guess that hint is not very helpful, perhaps one more would do.” He was pacing from side to side on the stage, analyzing all the faces on the front row.
His smirk only grew bigger when his eyes laid upon Apollo, and the defense attorney felt his chest was about to burst, he could hear his heart thumping at an alarming rate; his hands were starting to be covered in sweat. He was oh so screwed, both the prosecutor and himself. If Klavier Gavin was going to continue his little charade, Apollo swore he wouldn’t allow the man to leave that stage alive.
Klavier now stood at the center of the stage, the spotlight focused only on him. He once again took a sip from the crystal bottle, Apollo now more than certain that the liquid was something different from water.
Klavier touched his lips, cleaning off the remaining liquid from them, and exclaimed, “You know who you are!” Apollo flinched, he was scared and praying for everything to be only a nightmare.
It appeared as if Apollo’s reaction made Klavier come back a bit to his senses. A glint of hope sailed through his strained heart, but that small ship soon sank by what prosecutor Gavin crooned, “Häschen, don’t be shy and come up here on the stage.”
Nope, nope, nope Apollo’s brain went into fight or flight response, and he was choosing the second one. He took ahold of Trucy’s wrist, which made her turn her head, so she was now facing him. She saw Apollo’s worry filled eyes and flustered face, she furrowed her eyebrows in concern at her friend’s distressed appearance and asked, “Polly, what’s wrong?”
He couldn’t even look at her straight to the face, his gaze was wandering everywhere, trying to find the fastest route which will lead them outside the auditorium. With the sternest tone of voice, that he could articulate at the given circumstances, he breathed, “We have to go, right now.”
Trucy was taken aback by Apollo’s words, he was acting so weird. Something was bothering her friend, and she speculated that it probably had to do with what Klavier was saying. Was it because Apollo liked the prosecutor? She was not as dull-witted as Apollo often made of her, she was an observant person, and if he really thought he was fooling her, the boy was very wrong. She had noticed all of Apollo’s habits when being around Klavier, and to her eyes it was rather obvious that he had feelings for the other man.
She couldn’t keep analyzing both the situation and Apollo’s odd reactions, for her attention, and also Apollo’s, went back on being focused on Klavier.
He was walking closer towards the edge of the stage, his eyes piercing right through Apollo. He felt intimidated by that gaze, those soft blue eyes now appearing threatening, as if they were about to catch their prey. He didn’t want to believe anything that was happening around him. He was frozen in place, his chest hurting so much from how hard his heart was beating. And then, Klavier was pointing right at him, just like he does in court, bottle in the tight grasp of his other hand. The spotlight followed the vocalist’s finger, and found itself shining upon Apollo, who was like a deer in headlights.
It was so bright, so blinding, that it overpowered the rest of his senses. He could faintly hear the crowd’s murmurs, and Trucy’s voice which appeared to be calling his name. The magician was trying to get him back to Earth, she lightly shook him by the arm which made Apollo come back down a bit to the present situation.
“I guess Fräulein over there hasn’t been able of getting you out of your daze, now please, come to the stage.” He said with a plastered smile, while crouching down, looking directly at Apollo from the scenario.
The crowd was completely silent, while Apollo stiffly walked towards the stage, the spotlight following his every move. He swore that he will be killing Klavier Gavin after this.
He now stood at the center of the stage, with Klavier in front of him, before his very eyes was a sea of people who intently watched both of them.
Klavier looked at him while saying, “You stole my heart away, Herr Forehead, or I guess I should say, Apollo Justice.” Apollo wanted for the Earth to swallow him whole, they really just have gotten themselves into a big mess; wait… none of this was his fault, this was all on Klavier.
He just wanted his boyfriend to shut up already, but it seemed that the man was not going to shut his mouth.
“Your forehead might be big,” he made a small pause before continuing, “but my love for you is bigger.”
This confirms it, he’s drunk, Apollo finally arrived at that conclusion.
What happened next was a complete blur for Apollo’s mind, he was only able to process the taste of tequila, before realizing that Klavier was kissing him. He was not able to react in time for returning the kiss, and before he knew it, Klavier had already pulled away and was looking at him with such tenderness, that made Apollo forget about him being mad at his boyfriend, for having kissed him in front of a multitude of people.
He could hear the crowd’s roaring screams and whistles, everyone exploding at what they had just witnessed. Apollo felt Klavier intertwining their hands, the two of them sharing the spotlight now.
Apollo pulled Klavier towards the backstage and led him all the way towards the dressing room. He crossed paths with the rest of the band members, who were going to the stage. The keyboard player shot him a smile and reassured him, “Don’t worry, we’ll take it from here. You make sure that dumbass regains a bit of his senses before returning to the stage.” Apollo gave a nod of his head to the rockstar, who walked away so he could catch up with the rest.
Once in the dressing room, Klavier slumped down into one of the chairs and tried to take another sip from the bottle which hadn’t left his grasp. Apollo quickly took it away from him and shouted, “No more tequila, prosecutor Gavin!”
Although he hadn’t realized, whenever he got mad at Klavier for whatever silly thing the man would do, he would go calling him as if they were at their jobs.
For example, that one time he had stayed over at Klavier’s, and he was trying to grab something from the cupboard. Trying his very best in reaching for a mug, but the stupid object had to be in the uppermost part of it. There were no stools around and he didn’t want to ask Klavier for help, this was an easy task he could do by himself. For several minutes he was standing on his tiptoes, stretching his arm as far as he could, until a soft snicker made him turn around. Klavier was leaning against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, while eyeing Apollo who could feel his ears starting to get red. His boyfriend gave another chuckle before cheekily saying, “Do you need help, Dreikäsehoch?” Apollo gave an inquisitive look to Klavier, he hadn’t heard him use that word before.
“The fuck that means?” Klavier only laughed a bit more, while walking towards Apollo and easily reached for the mug he was struggling to get. He gave it to his boyfriend as he answered his question, “Three cheeses high, in other words, you’re short.” And he smugly walked away, Apollo now chasing after him while shouting, “You’re dead prosecutor Gavin!”
The defense attorney was searching around the dressing room for a bottle of water, he had to sober up Klavier at least a bit. He found one near the mirrors, it hadn’t been opened yet, so he went to hand it to Klavier. Taking a seat next to his boyfriend, he found the man blankly staring at his hands, teary eyed.
Just about he was going to ask Klavier what was wrong, the vocalist started, “I screwed up, as always.” Tears were starting to stream down his face, Apollo gently caressed his cheek and asked, “What do you mean you screwed up?” Although he was still rather mad at his boyfriend for irresponsibly getting drunk during a concert, and for revealing their relationship without both agreeing beforehand, he had to take into consideration that it was no moment for getting into a fight. Klavier was not in his right senses for talking about it, and what was done it was done.
They would discuss it tomorrow.
“I shouldn’t have said that, done all of that in front of the public. Es tut mir sehr leid!” He was choking back sobs, Apollo’s heart breaking a little by the sight before him. He tenderly cupped his boyfriend’s face, so he was now facing him; with his thumbs he wiped some of the tears away as he comforted him, “It’s okay, it’s okay. We’ll deal with this together.” Klavier’s eyes shyly met Apollo’s, he gave the vocalist a little smile as he continued, “But first, there is a show which hasn’t ended yet. Let’s get you ready for the stage.”
And off the rockstar went after pulling himself together. He was still under the alcohol’s effects, so Apollo decided that it was best if he took care of Klavier for the rest of the night. During what was left of the concert, he stayed at the dressing room; he texted Trucy and explained a bit about what had just happened, promising to give her more details later on. He also gave Mr. Wright a call, telling him that he wouldn’t be able to take Trucy back. He fully explained the situation to his boss, who was very understanding; he told him not to worry about it, he would be picking his daughter up.
Apollo closed his eyes, pondering about how he would tackle the subject tomorrow with Klavier, hoping that his boyfriend wouldn’t forget about what had happened.
Klavier woke up by the painful throb of his head, his eyes slowly opening and being greeted by the sunlight filtering through the window curtains. The bed felt… different, it was as if it had gotten smaller, and the sheets did not feel as his linen ones. A soft purr coming from his side made him question where he found himself. He turned his head and found a calico cat peacefully bathing in the rays of sunshine. “Mikeko?” Klavier inquired out loud, while starting to sit up in the bed. Another throb of his head made him wince in pain, as memories of last night started to flood into his mind.
He tried to run his fingers through his tangled hair, as a sigh escaped his lips. “What am I going to do Mikeko?”
The sound of the door creaking open was heard, as well as an all too familiar voice. “You awake Klav?” Apollo was peeking a bit from outside the bedroom’s door, a small smile creeping up Klavier’s lips.
“Ja, I am.” His boyfriend fully opened the door, allowing the smell of greasy bacon and eggs to enter his nostrils.
Apollo’s hair wasn’t gelled back, a rather rare sight, his disheveled hair falling down just shy of meeting his chin. His two bunny ears, as Klavier liked to call them, still managed to stand up a bit. He noticed Apollo was wearing a t-shirt with the Gavinners’ logo, which was a few sizes bigger for him, for the shirt reached his thighs, almost fully hiding the loose pajama shorts he had on. Even if he probably had just woken up not a while ago, Apollo Justice looked as beautiful as always; he didn’t have to gel his hair back and put on a suit for Klavier to see him as gorgeous.
“I made us breakfast, you should come and eat, your hangover is probably killing you.” He then turned away, leaving the bedroom. God was Klavier so embarrassed and scared, he was afraid that what he had done would ruin their relationship. He wouldn’t blame Apollo if he decided they were over or something. He had to really apologize and see how they would manage this mess together, that is, if Apollo still wanted to be with him.
Upon entering the kitchen, with Mikeko tailing behind him, he was greeted by Apollo’s warming smile, two glasses filled with orange juice at his hands. He placed them on the little table which already had two plates of eggs and bacon, in the middle a smaller one holding some toasts. Klavier took a seat, while Apollo petted Mikeko’s head; the cat already making his way towards the feeding bowl.
Before accompanying Klavier at the table, Apollo told him to start eating, for he had to retrieve something from one of the bedroom’s nightstand’s drawer. Founding what he was searching for, he went back to the kitchen and joined Klavier for eating breakfast.
He slipped into his direction a little pill box, about to munch on a piece of bacon he told Klavier, “For your head, you must have one hell of a headache.” And he nonchalantly continued to eat away.
“Danke, Liebling.” Klavier was touched by how attentive Apollo was being with him, after what happened at the concert, he was expecting him to be so utterly mad at him. Perhaps it was the calm before the storm.
“Apollo…” The other man looked up expectantly, awaiting the words that were about to leave the blonde’s mouth.
Carefully choosing what he would be saying, he started, “I first want to apologize, about all the mess I did up there on the stage. It was so stupid what I did, I was irresponsible.”
Apollo was intently listening to him, and Klavier couldn’t read his expressions at all. He didn’t look mad, he looked… hmmm. He couldn’t pinpoint what emotion his boyfriend was feeling at the moment, it was impossible to read him right now. He was oddly calm.
“Forgive me for having caused you all that trouble.” He started to fix a tight grasp to his wrist, nervously thinking of the next right thing to say. Apollo’s soft touch over his hand, and gentle gaze interrupted his nervous thoughts. “Of course I forgive you Klav.” What… ok he did not expect it to go as smoothly as that. “Really? You’re not mad?” The man retrieved his hand from where it was situated over Klavier’s, he crossed his arms and sighed, “I was mad, well… I still am a bit mad. And disappointed by the fact that your stupid ass got drunk at a concert.”
“I’m sorry.” What else could he say? It was the truth, he was sorry, but it felt as if he should be saying something more. “You better be.” Apollo groused, followed by taking a quick sip from his orange juice.
And Klavier once again realized, just how lucky he was by having Apollo by his side. He was so in love with him, and he was so glad that this stupid thing he had done didn’t seem it was going to destroy their relationship any time soon.
“I’ll take care of the media and whatever stuff they might throw at us, don’t worry about a thing Schatz.” Apollo lightly chuckled, he took Klavier’s hands into his and said, all while lovingly looking at him in the eyes. “We… we are going to take care of it, both of us, together.”
He was right, this was something they will be dealing with together.
Klavier brought Apollo’s hand to his lips, kissing his knuckles, “I love you Apollo.” He felt blood rushing to his face by making such a strong confession, his eyes then widening and heart melting by his boyfriend’s answer, “I love you too Klavier.”
“Häschen, just a question.” They were cleaning the dishes, Klavier in charge of drying them and putting them back into the cupboard. After putting the last mug away, he continued, “How did you bring me back to your apartment? I mean, I was drunk so I doubt you even allowed me to go anywhere near the car.”
“Oh, definitely not. Mr. Edgeworth gave us a lift.” He felt a pit in his stomach.
“I had called Mr. Wright and explained the situation. He said he would be picking Trucy up, and that’s when he asked how I was planning on getting out of the concert. It hadn’t crossed my mind yet, honestly.” Oh god Mr. Edgeworth had seen him drunk, that was karma for his actions.
“Then he told me to not worry, he’ll be taking care of it. Next thing I knew, the concert had ended and Trucy was in the dressing room.” That’s it, his dignity was gone, not only his fellow band members saw him act that way, but also the little Fräulein and Mr. Edgeworth.
“She told me Mr. Wright and Mr. Edgeworth were waiting for us, and so she helped me walking you all the way to the car.” Scheisse, Mr. Wright too.
Klavier swore that he will never drink tequila again.