For Klavier Gavin, life was good.

The Gavineers Reunion was already guaranteed to be a hit. Social media activity had gone through the roof in excitement over the upcoming album and tour. There was a buzz throughout the entire Gavineers fan base, with extra dates being added to the tour to accommodate all the new fans. Every talk show on air had mentioned the reunion at least twice.

Everything was going swell.

Until the phone rang.

"Hello, Klavier Gavin speaking?" He said with a smirk, as he answered his mobile.

"Hey, Klav, it's Toby," came the voice on the other end. Toby 'Dynamite' Blizzard was the bands new bassist, following Daryan Crescend's...unexpected...exit from the band. At first, Klavier didn't expect to form much of a bond with Toby, due to his friendship with Daryan. Toby had felt like a replacement, with big shoes to fill. However, the kind young man had ended up being a good friend and an open ear for Klavier's troubles. It hadn't hurt that his stage presence was second to none.

"Toby, my man! How's it going?" Klavier replied enthusiastically, whilst sipping his coffee. Enthusiasm that didn't match Toby's tone.

"Ugh...not great, actually. Look, I'll get right to it. Phil just quit."

Klavier nearly choked on his coffee.

"Heiliger Strohsack!"

"Yeah...it's not ideal. Apparently, his wife has just left him so he's going to the mountains to find himself."

"But the album is getting released in a month! The tour is in two months! He can't leave us now!"

"Well, he has. We've not even sorted the track list out yet, Klav, nevermind actually recording anything! We have to push the reunion back."

The thought made Klavier feel sick.

"No way, Toby! We can't do that to the fans!"

"Well unless we find a new manager. Which takes weeks, can I add? Weeks we don't have."

"Erm," Klavier stalled, racking his brains, "No, wait! I know a guy!"

"...You do?" Toby sounded skeptical. Which was fair enough seeing as it was a giant lie.

"Yeah! I'll give him a call!"

"What's his name?"

"Sorry, Toby, I can't quite hear you," Klavier lied, for the second time in one minute, "I have to go now. Bye bye my friend. Bye bye!"

Klavier hung up the phone and chucked it far away like it was a bomb. And he began to pace round his living room.

Why? Why did he say that? He didn't know anyone. Everyone he knew was an idiot. To be a band manager, you had to be persistent. You had to be smart. Weasel-y, even. You had to have your ear to the ground, your nose in everyone's business, and your mouth saying all the right words. Be able to think fast! But also to take time in decision making. He didn't know anyone like that.

Unless.

Unless he did, in fact, know somebody like that.

He looked over to his mobile, still laying offendingly on the edge of his couch cushion. Cautiously, he picked it up and dialled.

"Hello?" Apollo Justice answered, sitting on his own, far-cheaper, couch eating some noodles, "Who is this?"

"Ah, Herr Forehead, my good friend!" Klavier exclaimed, trying to sound breezy.

"...How did you get this number?" Apollo asked suspiciously. Klavier completely ignored him.

"You're not doing anything at the minute, are you?" He assumed. It wasn't too far of a thought to imagine Apollo was doing anything, either social or work related.

"If you're asking me out on a date, the answer is most likely no," Apollo frowned, "Try me again in 45 minutes when my shows over."

"I'm not asking you out on a date! I was actually about to propose a...business opportunity to you."

Apollo squinted in suspicion. Had this come from anyone else, he would have hung up immediately and then got Trucy to call them back on the office phone, telling them he'd died. The fact it was Klavier intrigued him somewhat. Like an instant wish to eat something marked 'do not eat'.

"What kind of business opportunity?"

"Well, I don't know if you heard about our upcoming reunion of The Gavineers."

"I haven't. I blocked all social media posts that had your or your bands name in them, on account of all the hate I was getting."

"Yes that is a shame, but more importantly, someone in our team has just quit. I was wondering if you would like to step in. Temporarily, of course," Klavier explained, trying not to sound desperate.

"You sound desperate. What's the job?"

"...Manager."

There was a moments silence between the two men.

"Goodbye."

"Herr Forehead, wait" Klavier shouted, "Apollo, please!"

The use of his real name startled Apollo. The word 'Apollo' sounded so foreign in Klavier's voice. Maybe...his friend really needed him. Or...maybe his standards of friendship were just too low as such a simple act of using his real name touched his feelings so much.

"Please, Apollo," Klavier begged again, "I'm not doing this for the money or the fame or anything! I'm doing it for the fans. I wouldn't ask usually. I'd push the reunion back whilst we found a new manager properly but the outpouring of excitement it was so much more than I expected. I...don't have the heart to disappoint them."

Apollo sighed. He didn't have the heart either, to disappoint Klavier when he sounded so sad.

"You don't suit begging. I'll do it."

"I wouldn't be begging if this wasn't so important to me. Look, Apollo, please! I know we've had differences in the past but this isn't for me. It's for them. Even if they do send you hate all the time. And call you names."

"I said I'll do it."

"Really?" Klavier gasped, "Thank you, Herr Forehead. Thank you very much."

"Okay, we're back to Herr Forehead again now I've said yes, that's great," Apollo muttered, "You do know I have no experience in management. Especially music management?"

"It comes easy, Herr Forehead, you'll do great."

"I guess it could be...fun?" Apollo said hesitantly.

"Your first day is tomorrow to listen to every song we've written in this break and decide what goes on the album."

"Okay, scratch the fun part then. This will be tedious."

"No, no! Fun!" Klavier insisted, lying to both Apollo and himself, again, "I'll pick you up tomorrow, 9 am, sharp!"

And before he could argue, Klavier hung up the phone. He quickly shot over a message to the bands group text, saying the manager issue was sorted and they could meet him tomorrow. He then sent over a few emojis to be safe, until Toby irritatedly told him to stop.

Klavier sat back down on his couch, cup of coffee in one hand and relaxed himself.

Life was good again.

Except…

...he'd now have to work with Apollo Justice. Every. Day.

And, technically, Apollo Justice was...kind of his boss?

Klavier Gavin tensed up, spilling a bit of his coffee onto his black jeans.

Life was not as good as before.