Veiled Voices and Hearts

Klavier had taken all the measures to make sure absolutely no one would recognize him.he had his wig on, his thick dorky glasses, the brown contact lens in and he even made sure to talk in his best american accent - he didn't need the media psychoanalyzing his lyrics too or the way his voice wavered and cracked at certain words. He just needed to be anyone else besides himself for a few moments, to be able to sing with no one knowing what he meant - to pretend that nothing from that last case had been real.that the truth of his brother was nothing more than bad dream.but what he wasn't counting on was the intense gaze of Apollo Justice in the crowd of the dive bar, not taking his eyes off him for even a moment as Klavier sang his heart out, more vulnerable than he ever had in his whole life.