July 29, 11:12 A.M. Detention Center, Visitor's Room
Phoenix, Maya, and Pearl all took their seats on the public side of the 3 inch polycarbonate sheet. An officer was present on the other side. He asked, "Sir, why are you here?"
Phoenix explained, "I am Phoenix Wright. I am here to speak to a young woman by the name of Bethany Andrews."
The officer replied, "Oh! You mean that Bethany Andrews? The one that just got arrested on suspicions of murdering one of her owns students? She'll be out here right away."
The attorney thought, "That officer reminds me of Mike Meekins. He's just not goofy enough to be just like him, though."
After a 30 seconds wait, a young woman exited the door on the right side of the secure side of the room. After being unsecured from the handcuffs that rendered her defenseless, the officer allowed her to take a seat in the chair. After taking a seat, she began to scan those in front of her.
Maya and Pearl simply stared, while Phoenix lifted his head up and looked at her face. Bethany had a similar appearance to her sister, although having longer, brown hair and seemingly not having a preference to wear turtlenecks.
Her shirt was short-sleeved and was blue in color, which had a drawing of a staff with the letter names of the line notes on it. The shirt had a phrase that read "Empty Trash Before Dad Flips".
Phoenix asked, "Ms. Andrews?"
She turned her head towards him and sighed, "Yes? What is it? Why are you here?"
Maya explained, "We are here to ask you a few questions. Don't be alarmed. Nick is not a prosecutor." Bethany inquired, "What is he, then?"
"I am Phoenix Wright. I am a defense attorney."
Bethany yelled, "Phoenix Wright?! My sister told me all about you! She said you were a rather unique person." Phoenix asked, "That is somewhat true. I was wondering if you would allow me to defend you in court. After all, your charges are pretty strong for a band director."
Bethany answered, "I could use an attorney. Actually, I would like it if you would defend me." Maya continued, "All right. But before you go on trial, we're going to ask a you a few questions and investigate the scene." The attorney began, "First of all, what is band camp, exactly?"
"Band camp is a thing where all of the kids who are going to be in marching band all go and learn basic things like how to march in step and memorize their music. It starts at 8:00 in the morning, and runs until 11:00, then they have a two hour lunch break, they come back afterward, and go home at 3:00."
Pearl gasped, "6 hours of band every day for 5 days? That's hard!"
Bethany laughed, "Not exactly. But anyway, on the day when Reggie's body was found, I was doing what I was usually doing, but then Casey Bullard went into the boy's locker room and found a dead body. The police arrived, and began looking around. An hour later, they arrested me for Reggie's murder!"
Phoenix stated, "I hate to interrupt our chat, but we would like to investigate at the scene if we could. It could be very valuable to our case."
Bethany sighed, "All right. Go ahead, but be careful! Don't stir up the evidence by accident and get arrested, Mr. Wright!"
July 29, 11:31 A.M. James Madison High School, Band Room
Phoenix entered, and turned his head. There was a very large whiteboard in the front of the room, which had a staff drawn on it, along with a couple of complex notes that Phoenix didn't understand. The rear wall was covered with large, panelized mirrors, which were probably used to watch one's steps while marching.
An older teenager walked up to him. His hair was grey in color, and his blue eyes accented his outfit, a pair of cargo shorts and a white shirt. "The name is Dallas Harding; I am one of the leaders of drumline. I assume from the spikes in your hair that you are Phoenix Wright?"
"Yes. Dallas, would you mind informing me a little about the late Reggie Simmons?"
Dallas started off, "Well, Reggie was one of the most awesome trumpet players in all of this school's history. He could play seemingly any piece of music you could put in front of him. He got Division I+ ratings at Solo and Ensemble contests. He won the Best Marcher award at Angelfest as a freshman. It's just a shame that someone killed him."
Maya acted confused. "What is 'Angelfest', Dallas?"
He replied, "A contest between many schools around here. Every October, we go to Angel Stadium, which is around City of Angels Sr. High. We compete for trophies and have a really good time. It is amazing."
Phoenix prodded, "Was there anyone who had a grudge against Reggie?"
The section leader thought for a short moment and continued. "Well, no one really hated him or anything. The only people who had a little bit of dislike for him was Olivia Mazak's friend, Sybil."
Pearl gasped, "Who's Sybil?"
A voice from behind echoed, "Sybil Mackey."
Dallas asked, "Bull, what are you doing here?"
Bull answered, "Waiting for the stinking police to get out of the locker room so I can get my stuff out." Bull went on, "Sybil plays the trombone. She was jealous of Reggie because he was all handsome and nice, but wouldn't date her."
At that moment, a booming voice could be heard from down the hallway. "Hey, pal! This is a crime scene! I will arrest you if you try and enter the locker room!"
Maya groaned, "Aww... Gumshoe's already here."
Phoenix shook his head and muttered, "Well, he works for the police. He's here in minutes after the police are called. All we can really do now is head back to the law office and think of a defense strategy."