Klavier stared at the crumbled papers that lay on his office floor. Why can't I focus! He had done this many times before, writing a song wasn't that difficult. His mind wandered back to the previous day in court. Why didn't he say anything? It was his old boss that they took away! He threw yet another piece of paper at the wall, his frustration growing. Why can't I get my mind off him? Klavier turned his chair to stare at his wall of guitars, ones he had played at his many concerts. He didn't like the music anyways, so why does it matter so much!? Klavier put his head in his hands and gave up.
"Prosecutor Gavin?" Klavier didn't hear the boy as he walked in. His pen glided across the paper, his curled letters were his art as they flowed from his mind to his pen. "Prosecutor?" Once the third page was done Klavier looked up, and saw his muse.
"Herr Forehead, nice to see you. Where's the Fräulein?" Apollo explained that Trucy and her father were waiting in line for tickets. "What for?"
"Your farewell tour. I came to see if you had any on hand I might be able to have for her?" Klavier smiled as he leaned out of his chair towards Apollo. He placed his hand on his knee to steady himself as he motioned for the fellow attorney to take a seat.
"You know Herr Forehead, tickets don't grow on trees. How much are they down at the shop?" Apollo smiled as he handed Klavier the flyer. "Hmmm.... Well, I think I might have three tickets..... Here." He waved the rectangles in front of Apollo's face, smiling as he sat back down, thinking of the song.
"And how much do I have to pay to get them?" Klavier looked taken back.
"Why would I make you pay money, Herr Forehead? You can do something much more effective for me." Klavier reached over to his desk and grabbed the song he had just finished. "Look this over, tell me how it is." He watched Apollo's chocolate brown eyes skim the page as a blush crept onto the cheeks of the two men.
"Klavier?" The prosecutor nodded, still looking out the window to hide the blush. "Did you write this for me?" The prosecutor nodded again, turning to look Apollo in the eyes.
"Yes. Yes I did." Apollo smiled before getting up to leave. He took the three tickets from Klavier's hand, leaving a kiss on the prosecutor's cheek.
"Thanks."