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Larry Butz
come onnn, u should totally come!!!!
Miles Edgeworth
Absolutely not. I’m busy anyway.
Larry Butz
itd be fun, plus i already bought tikets sooo
Miles Edgeworth
Do you mean tickets?
Larry Butz
yea but like who cares
r u coming or not??
Miles Edgeworth
I'll think about it.
When is it?
Larry Butz
3:00 pm on friday
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“I think it is 2:50 PM”
Larry rubs his eyes, waking up from the sudden noise. His gaze drifts over to where he hit the clock with his arm, "Oh shit! Did that say 2:50? Dammit dammit dammit dammit!" his swearing evolved into muttering as he crashed through his already messy room, searching for his clothes. He eventually finds his orange jacket and the rest of his outfit strewn across his floor. He picks up his cell and phones Miles.
"Edgey! You still coming or nah?"
"Butz, you know I don't usually frequent.. rock concerts." Miles pauses, seemingly unsure if what he was saying was correct.
"Yeah, but you said you'd come!" Larry whined.
"I said I'd think about it."
There was a pause.
"Alright. I'll come. But only if you never invite me to one of these again."
The line ended.
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Miles had told himself he wouldn’t go to this stupid show, yet here he is, standing beneath a huge banner that read: “Los Angeles Annual Amateur Rock Festival”. He wasn't even sure why he had actually come, and he only got a few seconds to think about that before he saw Larry wading his way through the crowd shouting out to him. “Edgey! There you are! Long time no see, eh? It's good to see you, dude!”
“Yes, it is… good to see you as well, I suppose.” Miles replies, not quite sure of himself, unlike how he is while playing his cello. He hasn't been really sure of himself in anything since… Well, he'd rather not think about that tonight.
“Anyway, the first show starts in about ten minutes. So, we'll split up, buy some food, and meet back at the gate, got it?”
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Politely saying his apologies to people, Miles pushes through the mob of people to get to a spot where he can see the empty stage, He turns to Larry who's scarfing down his burger and staring at the stage in anticipation of who's about to come on. Neither Miles nor Larry had actually looked at the list of bands beforehand, so they had no idea who the band was. As the light turns on, Miles notices a familiar floral scent coming from just ahead of him. He can't pinpoint where he first smelled it.
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Miles’ whole body shakes as the band starts to play their intro, but he swears he recognizes the lead singer, maybe he's been on tv before? He starts singing and Miles is enchanted immediately, but there’s still something… off. Maybe rock isn't so bad, this band could easily become his favourite. They finish their first song, and the lead introduces the band, along with the members. “On bass, there’s Maya Fey, on guitar Apollo Justice, on drums Athena Cykes, and on vocals, me,” He chuckles. “Phoenix Wright.”
Miles freezes. He can feel tears tracing down his face as he runs through the crowd. Out. He just needs to get out. It can't be him.
It can't.