Ok, here's my crazy new idea. What if, Apollo lived a double life – by day a lawyer and by night a…rock star? He hates rock music doesn't he…or does he? Kinda based on Hannah Montana (who I hate…but hey!). He shows the world what it's like to be a genius in his own right and shows how much he loves the fans.

Disclaimer: I do not own Ace attorney or any of the songs or lyrics used in these stories. They all belong to their rightful owners/composers – as do the people and bands in the story :)

This is written in Apollo's point of view! – EvilWaffles.

My earliest memory was of music. It was of my mother – my real mother before I was taken away – singing me to sleep. She had the most gorgeous voice a kid could ever hear, strong enough to make a grown man cry. I was still young, very young when I first held an instrument, my mother's old violin. I thought it was a toy at first and when she saw me, she dashed to take it away. I cried, cried like I'd never done before when she did.

I was about eighteen months old when she gave the violin back. I could talk by then, just the same bland old words a kid my age could say, along with the letters A-G in the alphabet. That was when my mother taught me to read music, before I could read text in a book, I could understand the lines on manuscript paper.

By the time I reached the age of two, I could play a violin and flute at the same level as a kid in their early teens – obviously though, I found it hard to reach some of the keys and strings. In my mother's eyes I was a natural – a child prodigy you might say and it was only when my father died that new people learned of my talents.

My mother was a witness to my father's death and I found myself sat in the witness lobby with my mother's best friend in front of me. My mother's best friend was a sweet lady, the kind of girl who looked so innocent, butter wouldn't melt in her mouth and she was that innocent. It was the second day of the trial and for some reason I had brought the violin with me. I was trying to keep myself occupied by playing it. What I hadn't realised was the speaker system the prosecutors used to call witnesses and the sound of my violin came through. That was when I was declared a true child prodigy.

I was taken from my mother for my own safety and her best friend had raised me with her parents at the local orphanage. When I was five, I borrowed one of the older kids' saxophones and luckily inherited my mother's powerful singing voice.

I began to compose my own music, entering young composer's competitions and always winning. That was when I met Sara and Jacob – fellow orphans from the orphanage – Sara was a guitarist and Jacob played bass. They marvelled at how well I could play and we agreed to compose music together.

At eight years old I composed a piece of music called 'The Steel Samurai' – sound familiar? It should, I won the competition and my orchestral song was used as the theme song for the T.V. show – this is why people recognised me as a composer. Then from middle school onwards, me, Sara, Jacob and our new friend Izzie composed and performed our own rock music.

That went on until college, where we concentrated more on our studies and less on out music. Many people in famous rock bands, or any kind of music to be honest approached me to compose music and I continued to do so. Rarely, I and my band would also go on tour with the people I had met. I'd gone on tour with Guns N' Roses before and hell – that rocked – that's no lie and many other bands treated me like a god.

So why don't people recognise me when I'm walking down the street? Why don't I have crazed fan girls running after me? Well…you'll have to read on to find out – but here's a clue, who says you can't be someone you're not?