August 4, 4:35 P.M. Wright and Co. Law Offices

Phoenix Wright sat impatiently at his desk, waiting for a message that might never arrive; the message from Bethany Andrews, the band director at James Madison High School. The message would signify a turning point in the future of the school's band. Ugh, I wonder just how long it's going to take for the message to get here. I might as well take this time to get the facts straight.

There were certainly a lot of facts to get straight, and all of them revolved around one girl: Sybil Mackey. She was the ex-girlfriend of Reggie Simmons, the best trumpet player James Madison had seen in a decade; she was a bipolar, psychotic killer that wanted Reggie dead; she was the one who, with the help of her friend Olivia Mazak, killed Reggie and attempted an assassination of her school's principal, Gregory Watson. She was the one who framed her band director, Bethany Andrews, for murder.

Phoenix had bravely defended her from the blatantly false testimonies of a few students (and Prosecutor Helado, a Spanish-speaking prosecutor) and managed to secure a Not Guilty verdict. It wasn't until two other students- Jamie Patterson and Alli Brooks- were also falsely accused that the case was fully understood. It also led to a completely ridiculous turn of events where Maya momentarily (and illegally) became a lawyer, drunk teenagers were arrested, and he once again squashed a certain Spanish- speaking prosecutor like the needlessly spicy poblano he was.

But even when the culprits, Mackey and Mazak, were found, he felt that there was one more thing left to do. As well as help the band from a legal stance, he offered to do something he wouldn't regret: he would return to marching band. Even if it meant playing his filthy, possibly moldy trombone again. There was an obvious problem with this, however: he wasn't in high school anymore, and having a ten-year alumni on the field with a bunch of teens sent more than a few creepy vibes.

Just when Phoenix had decided that Ms. Andrews had made the logical choice of rejecting his offer, the office telephone rang. An enthusiastic Maya Fey sprung with great strength to answer it, despite Phoenix being poised to sprint to the phone.

"Hello. This is Wright and Co. Law Offices," she said. "How may I help you?

The voice on the other line said, "I would like to speak with Mr. Wright, please. It has to deal with some very important business."

Despite me standing right next to her, Maya yelled, "Niiiiiiick! Someone's calling you!"

I rolled my eyes and picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"M-Mr. Wright. This is Bethany Andrews."

Phoenix replied, "Huh, I was beginning to think you wouldn't call back. What is it?"

"Mr. Wright, I am calling you about a proposal you made previously."

"P-Proposal? You mean, the one with Jaci Summers about joining marching band again?"

Jaci Summers was Alli's friend- when Olivia Mazak tried to kill the principal, one of the bullets missed and hit Jaci instead. Jaci, in her hospitalized state, had the crazy idea that Phoenix should join the marching band, and he, in his unhospitalized state, somehow thought it would work. Jaci then handed over the request to Ms. Andrews. Not that it was even possible.

"I'm not sure it's possible. I mean, you are in your mid-20's." Point, case, and eyewitness testimony to boot!

"I know, it's completely ridiculous. But I still want to help in any way that I can. If that means picking my trombone up again, I'd be more than happy to do it. Though I can't say that being the only grown adult in the band would be comfortable for anyone."

"Mr. Wright, the main problem is that the state might not allow it to happen. Due to regulations you might be barred from participating in competitions."

"I know, I know. But how else can I really help you guys out? I mean, you've lost your best man."

She sighed. "If this is going to be a possibility at all, I'd like you to show me what you can do first. Bring your trombone with you to the first day of Provisionary Band Camp, which is tomorrow, and maybe we can work something out."

"Really?! Thank you. I'll be there."

He hung up the phone and laughed. He was going back to high school, the days of his youth- like the scent of fresh lemons, you see.