You took heavy breaths, in and out. The trial was about to start in only just 5 minutes. (UGH! Pull yourself together, (Y/N)! You've handled trials before!) A familiar voice snapped you out of your thoughts.
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"Hey (Y/N), you okay?" Apollo asked, checking up on you. When he's not screaming with his Chords of Steel, Apollo's voice was oddly soothing to you. Something about it made you calm down immediately. "I'm fine... I just don't know why I tense up so much before all my trials," You admitted. "It always feels like I'm about to step in court for the first time." Apollo gave me a reassuring smile. "It's okay to feel like that sometimes, (Y/N). I always feel the same before a trial. That's why I always practice my Chords of Steel." You sighed. "Apollo, as much as those vocal exercises help, the trial is gonna start in less than 3 minutes," You said calmly. "Ah well, it was worth a shot." Apollo replied. "By the way, you know who the prosecutor for this case is?" You asked, trying to switch the subject to distract yourself from the building stress.
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Suddenly, Apollo's face drops. He lets out a grumpy sigh. "Klavier.." He mutters quietly to himself. "Um? Who?" You asked, unsure of his sudden frown. "Klavier.." Apollo mutters again, slightly louder. "Klavier? Who's that?" You questioned, curious. "German, rockstar dude..." Apollo explains, his expression still sour. (What's his problem? Does he know this Klavier guy or something?) Suddenly, the bailiff's sharp voice fills the air. "Defense, the trial will be starting! Make your way into the courtroom!" ———————————— Inside the courtroom... ———————————— You start to feel stress and anxiety build up in your body once again after approaching the defense stand. (Agh.. Why do I always have to feel this way before every trial..?) (Well, at least I have Apollo by my side this time..) You stood behind the defense table, trying your best to look as confident as possible. Apollo stands beside you, his arm resting on the table. Suddenly, the doors open again and in comes in a man, who you assumed was the prosecutor. He had long, blonde hair that was tied into a twist braid that rested on his shoulder. He was tan and had a muscular build. His outfit definitely screamed, "cool, smooth guy". He didn't exactly look like he was from here, though. Once he approached the prosecution stand, he faced forward and suddenly made eye contact with you.
