Most people know me as the shy lawyer with the abnormally loud voice – Apollo Justice now days. In secret, I do still do a lot of composing using my old guitar for many of my contacts. I still occasionally composed for the band too – however it was hard because Izzie was sometimes very moody about the style of music we can play. Tonight me and the band, known as Shockwave (that was Sara's idea – not mine) were to perform as a starting act.

"I'm pet sitting my mate's dog while he goes to a party tonight." I lied to Trucy.

"Ok, will you be coming back?"
"Depends how late the party is." I replied, thankful she had brought it. I go straight into the shower, washing all the gel from my hair and making sure I've freshened myself up. I dried the excess moisture from my hair, making sure it was still damp, to use it as an excuse for not gelling it up. I change into a pair of blue jeans and red t-shirt then stuff a change of clothes – namely the one's I'd wear for the concert that night in my rucksack so Trucy doesn't suspect anything.

"Bye Polly!" She grabbed my arm. "Why isn't your hair done?"

"See you Trucy." I ran out the door. "It's too wet."

Sara and Jacob lived a twenty minute bus ride from the apartment I shared with the Wrights. They'd been dating for as long as I could remember, a little too long and rumours had been circulating that Jake (we called him Jake more than Jacob) was planning on proposing to her. These rumours had been circulated before and it was a lie – so I don't bet on it.

Sara was a Goth, a nice one though. Jet black hair contrasted with her love of life. Jacob was blond, tall – maybe as big as Klavier and very smooth talking. When they opened the door, their dog Casey ran full bolt at me, knocking me down and pinning me to the floor. She licked my face without stopping for breath and when her new puppies joined in the assault I found it hard to breathe.

"C'mon you guys, back in." Sara chuckled, all but one dog left. The mother and puppies were all pit bulls but this one, appropriately nicknamed Oddball, was the only one with a thin white strip of fur around her neck so it looked like she had a collar.

"Hey oddball." I picked the dog up into my hands and headed inside.

"Make sure you put you're contacts in before we leave. Just in case there's someone you know backstage at the stadium." Sara guided me to a mirror, reaching into my bag I produced my contacts. Apollo Justice me has light chocolate brown eyes, the contacts changed them to be darker – much darker. I pulled the black jumper with the dragon on it from my bag and pulled it over my head, then yank the hood up over my hair.

Sara found my other guitar, decorated with the dragons and put it in the boot of her car.

"Jake! We've got to pick up Izzie!" She called.

-x-x-

Ema, of all people was security for the concert tonight. We simply passed by, not wanting human interaction right now. Izzie, the other blonde was a bitch, simple as. She wouldn't even talk to you unless she had something bad to say about you. Sounds stupid, huh? That a girl like her is one of my friends. Never mind.

Sara set to work on smudging black eye shadow around my eyes while I concentrated on drying my hair. When it's not gelled, my hair is surprisingly long and that was another thing I used to my advantage. Sara was very interested in doing hair even at a young age and she used to do my hair so it looked messy but fantastic. At first though, I kinda thought I looked like an emo kid but I don't. My hair was styled now; it looked longish and a little wild. I grabbed the rucksack and headed into the adjoining room, a second dressing room.

I switched the red shirt and blue jeans for a pair of skinny black jeans and black t-shirt, advertising the band that was on tonight as the lead singer was a good friend and client of mine (for composing not law). He was Mason, lead singer of Metro Station. He and Trace Cyrus (Miley Cyrus' brother) had come to town for a concert thanks to the popularity of their new song 'Shake it'.

For those who have not realised how I pull off this 'double life' thing it's simple. Now, I don't look like the cute little lawyer boy. I'm the dark and handsome alter ego. My eye colour, hair style, the make-up and my clothing make me look like a new person. I only had one other rule for this, whenever I was working in and with the music industry, I was called AJ instead of Apollo. That's how I pull this off. AJ me was the polar opposite of Apollo Justice me, even AJ's voice sounded deeper than Apollo's. Not only that, AJ wasn't shy, he was outlandish but wasn't obnoxious like Klavier. To make sure there was an even lesser chance of recognising me, I pushed my key under the bracelet on my wrist and managed to flick the switch to release it.

"AJ, come here for a sec!" Jacob called. I found myself sat back in the chair with Sara messing with the makeup she'd just applied.

"Jacob, don't think about lighting that thing up in here, go outside if you want a cigarette." Sara scolded. She was doing it for my sake, I used to smoke too and since I quit I always asked people to smoke away from me so I wouldn't be tempted to smoke again.

"What's up Sara?"

"I don't see why you don't just reveal that AJ is Apollo Justice." She sighed.

"You know why."

"Do I?"

"People would probably look down on me. Rock stars are famous for sex, drugs and booze, I'm a lawyer – it's not exactly a good image." I took a mouthful of her diet cola. "Being AJ has risks too."

"Like…?"

"You know the girl doing security in the hall there." I say as quietly as I can. "Her name's Ema, she knows the Apollo me and I'll use her as an example."

"Example? For What?"

"What would happen if she fell for this me?"

"I don't see no problem in it." Sara smiled.

"Until she asks this me to meet her friends, meaning she would want this me to meet Apollo me…"

"I'm lost now…" She sat there trying to work out what I'd just said. "Still I can resolve that, don't date anyone who's friends with Apollo Justice you."

"It still wouldn't work."

"Why?"

"Use your brain Sara; I'd still want to work as a lawyer which means the girl would find out about the other me at some point." I sighed. "It doesn't matter anyway." I fasten the black converse shoes on my feet.

Our time on stage ended quick.
"You still going to be here later?" Mason asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"Want you to come on and do 'Shake It' with us." He then brushed past me and down to where he needed to go.

"Don't ask me then…"

I removed my headset microphone and pulled my guitar strap over my head as I sat on the stairs leading to the stairs. Ema was there, peering around the edge of the curtain at the empty stage while the interval was on. I have to make this sound convincing…make out I don't know her… I thought.

"Hey!" I shouted, she turned round. "You some kind of fan girl who's got backstage?"

"What? No!" She swung back round, shit I've pissed her off. "Who are you to question me anyway?!"

"The name's AJ." I smirked holding out my hand. "Lead singer and rhythm guitar for the band that's just been on."

"Ema Skye." She growled, shaking my hand then joining me on the steps. "I'm the head of security for the concert."

"Security huh? Don't look much like a security guard." I smiled. "Look like some kind of scientist to me." I stretched my tired limbs.

"I'm a cop." Came the blunt reply. "I work security here once a week so I don't have to see my idiot boss that day."

"Sorry for shouting then, my mistake." I tried to sound sincere.

"For a rock band you weren't playing a racket." She smiled.

"Thanks, I write the music for the band myself." I reached into my pocket, pulling out a marker pen and some sweets. I took one of the sweets then offered the pack to her.

"No thanks." She shook her head.

"I'm heading back to the dressing room for a little while." I chuckled, taking the neck of my guitar and the headset. "See you 'round" I did some kind of careless kiddie wave with the back of my hand.

"What a sweet kid…" Ema smiled to herself as the main band came on stage.

"I think she brought it…" I smiled smugly to myself as I joined Sara back in the dressing room. "Where's Jakey and Izzie?"

"Smoking cancer sticks." She chuckled. "Fancy a game of cards?"

We didn't play for cash, luckily for Sara otherwise I would have stripped her of all her cash. After we'd finished and Sara left to collect Jacob I took the ace of hearts between my fingers.

Right now my life was like a game of cards. Playing cards is luck, knowing your opponents moves before them, finding the weak link. Right now my luck was up and I was reaping the rewards of it – I was successfully living both sides of my personality. It wasn't a case of 'if' my luck would run out – it would be 'when'. When it was revealed AJ and Apollo Justice were one and the same I would have a lot of explaining and something tells me, my friends who know me as Apollo Justice would see me as a new person. Whether the new person would be good or bad would remain to be seen.