Disclaimer: Based On Rick Riordian( not our own imagination)'s series: Percy Jackson and the Olympian

SEBASTIAN'S POV:

"Bye kids," were the last words we heard from our indifferent mother, after she sped away in her car, tires screeching and all. Happy to be away from our mom, we stood in line, for what seemed like forever, as teenage girls annoyingly squealed.

"OMG, I cannot believe we actually got tickets!

"I heard they sold out in like, five minutes!"

I internally groaned. Even though I longed to hit those girls in hopes to get some peace and quiet, I had to admit, at least they were right. Getting tickets was totally worth it. The musician, Leonardo diCello is eleven years old and basically an artistic prodigy. He was so amazingly awesome that he wrote best-selling books, albums, and drew paintings so well his prowess not only matched Shakespeare, the Beatles, and Picasso, but they would be green with envy too. But even if Leo is talented, I couldn't actually like him, because you know, that would be weird, since we're both guys.

"Finally!" Maxine, my sister, groaned, stretching her legs after sitting on the cold concrete for quite a while. Her stormy gray eyes flashed with annoyance as she angrily put her blue hat on."Remind me again why we're here."

"Well, you know mom. She probably just dumped us here so she didn't have to worry about us getting in the way around the house." Seth, my older brother, replied distractedly trying to avoid the path of the stampeding fans.

"Come on guys. Let's at least try to enjoy it. After all, she did tell us this was our early birthday present." I saw Maxine and Seth share a look and they both nodded in agreement.

"I don't know about you guys," Seth said, dodging yet another group of girls, "but I don't want just stand around here avoiding girls all day. Let's go in!"

After waiting in line for hours, we managed to get into the Staples Center. We were so hyped; we stood in the aisle in awe as we stared at the biggest concert of the year. The originally dark Staples Center was filled with flashing lights, hoards of screaming fans, and excitement that pounded through my veins like adrenaline. Naturally, since we stood at the center of the aisle, people pushed us upward.

"Quit shoving!" I grunted. I could feel my green eyes turned into slits as my brother glared at me.

"It's not my fault!" Seth protested as girls shoved forcibly behind him.

"Mmph," I groaned. I bumped into a guy, who clearly did not belong. His eyes were really creepy, for it had a maniac glint that became fiery when I bumped into him. "Sorry," I quibbled. I turned around and glared at my older brother. "Look what you made me do!"

"Yeah, well sorry, what more do you want from me? I was just trying to find our seats before thousands of girls trampled me." I turned back to face the guy I got knocked into and he glared at me before he proceeded to walk through the crowded aisle. As he disappeared into the sea of people, I couldn't help but wonder what the heck he was doing at a Leo concert. As I said before, he obviously didn't belong but that was only because he wore an insanely starch suit, had an uptight posture, and was glaring down at everyone in the way. Oh well, I guessed it was just my stupid ADHD acting up again.

Yeah, I have ADHD. So what? It's not that bad. I just hate not being able to stand still for a long time. Oh and in class I get easily distracted. As if I didn't have enough problems in school already. Did I forget to mention that I'm dyslexic too? Well I am and let me tell you dyslexia and ADHD are a bad combination. I mean it's hard enough that the words are always floating of the board (or page), but add on the inability to stay focused and that, as the cliché saying goes, it's just a recipe for disaster. It's not like I care though. I've never been good at school. It's probably genetic though because it's the same for Max and Seth. They are pretty bad at school too so I wouldn't be surprised if that was genetic too. We've moved after every school year so we didn't have many lasting friends. We were each other's friends. Add on our mother who never really cared about us because she was too 'busy' with 'work' to actually taking care of us. That was our messed up life. I should also mention that Seth, Max and I are triplets. We all look the same except for our eye color. Strangely, all of us have a different eye color and none of them match our mom's. I know what you are thinking, what about our dad? Er, we never really got to know him, I'll probably explain that story later, but we know that at least he has some really funky genetics.

"Hey, where's our seat again?" Geez, I was forgetting everything lately.

"Over there," Seth pointed to the right side of the stadium.

"No, isn't it over there?" I pointed to the left side of the stadium.

"There!"

"There!" Although we were shouting, our argument was drowned out by millions of screaming teenage girls.

"Shut-up, we're sitting right here!" Maxine cut in. We paused and turned to see that she had plopped down in a seat in the front row. "You sit! You sit!" she said as she pointed to our seats. Ironically, even though she's the youngest, she yells at us more than we yell at her. Now I know what you're thinking, you let your little sister boss you around? Well sometimes we have to. In certain situations, she is usually the voice of reason.

"Wow, we got front row seats!" I gasped in amazement. Max just rolled her eyes at my amazing grasp of the obvious, but what could I say? Front row seats are hard to get.

As we sat in silence, mainly in fear of Max's stormy temper, a countdown began announcing Leo's arrival.

Seth POV:

Surprisingly, even when the music blasted, it was impossible to hear. Young teenage pubescent girls screamed song lyrics along with Leo, so basically; it was a waste of money. I paid to hear Leo sing his songs like no tomorrow but instead, I heard tone deaf girls that guaranteed me either bleeding ears that day or a hearing aid the next. Not only that, I got hit with at least a dozen posters either proclaiming their undying love to him or proposing to him. Fantastic. So I just sat back, cupped my ears to prevent premature hearing loss, and watched the show.

As the show went on, multicolored lights began to flash. The amount of mist covering the stage was enough to make it nearly impossible to see. A wave of cheers erupted from the crowd of screaming fans. "ENCORE! ENCORE! ENCORE!"

Max released a fan-girl squeal and began jumping up and down. "Do you really think he's gonna do an encore? Oh my god, I hope he does!" Sebastian and I looked at her incredulously, reminding her of a stupid cover that neither of us believed. Let me explain this so called 'cover story' a little bit.

Leonardo started getting famous about a couple of years ago. Of course as soon as he was discovered, he was a major hit to all ages, both male and female. However, not many guys can admit they like him because, you know, it was considered 'socially unacceptable' since as a kid, other people, as in bullies on the playground, would get the wrong idea. Our sister was a completely obsessed fan girl, who had posters covering her wall (making it impossible to see the actual color of the wall), and all she ever talked about was him; stuff like that. Thinking through all of this, Sebastian and I told her that we didn't like him. That wasn't really the truth, but who wants their baby sister to call them dweebs? So when she heard this, I guess she didn't want to be dweebish too, thus she hid her obsession and told us she didn't like him anymore. She kept her act up for about a month. Which is actually not that bad considering before, she was crushing on him. Don't tell her I said this. She'll kill me!

Well, eventually Sebastian and I found out when she was at a sleepover at our cousin's house. We went into her room to leave a little 'surprise' for her when she came back. Come on, who isn't tempted to prank their sister with such a golden opportunity? After five minutes of searching for places to leave pranks, we discovered that it was in her closet, behind her clothes, where she concealed all of her old Leo merchandise. At first we thought it was just stuff she didn't throw out yet. That theory was out when I tripped on her shoes and fell on an extremely large collection of Leonardo memorabilia. I accidentally knocked it off the stand and a door opened revealing a tiny alcove. The closet was pretty tiny as I was on the floor, and Sebastian was practically stepping on me as he stood at the threshold of the secret room gawking. I looked past him and found out what why he was so flabbergasted. It looked exactly like Maxine's old room before we told her we didn't like Leo. After our initial reaction of shock, Sebastian and I had a silent agreement. We would say nothing to Max about knowing her secret, no matter how tempting it maybe. That was until she came out of the closet and told us directly or made it so obvious; we would look stupid not to notice.

From then on, we let her have her little slip ups as long as it wasn't too major. Take now for example. Since it was only two sentences, we let it go. When she turned away, Sebastian and I shared a knowing glance and allowed her to rant. That was until she said:

"I-I mean. . . Another song? When is damn concert going to be over?"

"Max! Is that profanity I hear?" Sebastian asked, shocked.

"That's not good"

"He's right you know," I added, "no matter how much you don't like Leonardo, there are other means of expressing that. But for now, you are way too effing young to be saying that kind of thing!"

"Oh yeah? Well, look who's talking!" Maxine shouted over the still screaming fans.

"Hey, at least I didn't say the entire word. I just said the first letter. Besides, I am the oldest after all; I can say these kinds of things."

"We're triplets! We're all the same age!"

"Well technically, I still am the oldest since I did come out first. It not like we all were born at the same time! That's impossible. Not to mention mom would've had one hell of a time trying to do that."

"You are such a hypocrite!"

Sebastian's POV:

I just sat back to watch the argument between Maxine and Seth grow more heated. My head moved left and right as if watching a tennis match. I knew it was useless to try and stop them when they're like that.

I released a sigh, tired of watching the two, and directed my gaze towards the stage. It was only then that I realized something was terribly wrong. Behind the veil of mist, I saw a shadow struggling in the grip of another, much taller one. I pulled my two arguing siblings apart and informed them of the situation I just discovered. "I think that's Leonardo! We have to help him!" I exclaimed. Surprisingly, they stopped arguing, which is probably their ADHD genes. When I finally explained the situation to Maxine and Seth, I could see Max's eyes glow seeing as she could finally meet him. I rolled my eyes, but hey, I want to meet a celebrity too. I know, it's selfish we don't help people just for the cause; we help for a picture and an autograph. Quickly, I gathered my two siblings in a huddle.

"Okay guys, here's my plan!" Max and Seth simultaneously snickered. As I said, Max is the voice of reason, thus as you can infer, my plans aren't usually that great, but come on. Give a guy a break! At least I try. And it's a heck of a lot more than what they do.

"Yeah, just like your last plan when we fell in what you called a vat of boiling water." Max added sarcastically. "In the end, it just turned out to be a Jacuzzi, remember?"

"It wasn't that bad. I mean come on. It's just water!" I protested.

"To you it may have been fine. You actually like being in the water. Us, not so much."

"At least we got to meet Taylor Swift right." My siblings both rolled their eyes and sighed. They shared a knowing glance, turned and ran in opposite directions. "Hey guys! Wait! I swear it's a good plan this time!" Neither of them were probably close enough to hear me, but I swear I saw both of them snicker again. What is with them? I'm starting to feel left out. Well, whatever. "Ugh! Fine I can do it by myself anyway." I snuck backstage. I saw the two shadows, escaping through the back exit. I immediately followed trying not to lose them. As I went through the door, I spotted the two figures approaching a white van. More importantly, the one struggling looked like a slim surfer dude; definitely Leonardo. From where I stood, his eyes were filled with fear as he struggled in the man's strong grip. The other was tall, an at least six foot frame, with a braided ponytail which looked really familiar. Where had I seen him before? My thoughts were cut short when I realized that the shady guy was pushing Leo into the van.

I have no idea what possessed me to do what I was about to do, but in these situations, it's really hard to think about consequences until later, when you take the time to realize that you might actually be doing something stupid. So with this in mind, or rather, not in mind, I recklessly ran out of my hiding place shouting, "Hey, Creepy, stop right there!"

Shocked, both Leo and the creepy dude stopped struggling with each other and directed their direction towards my. His gaze transformed to a glare and I immediately realized him as the guy I ran into before the concert.

"Who are you?"

"That's funny; I should be asking you the same thing. Why are you trying to kidnap Leonardo?"

"What is it to you?" Before I could answer, Creepy's phone rang. "What?" I am kind of in the middle of something here!" Then he effortlessly pushed in the still frozen Leonardo into the car and slammed the doors shut. "Oh my gods! For crying out loud, would you quit calling me Connie?"

"Connie? What kind of name is that?"

Then all the anger drained from his face. A ghost of a smile, which looked extremely out of place, began creeping in.

"Hold on… I will call you back…."

He turned his attention back to me and I started to panic. What the hell was with this guy?

"Come here half-blood," his voice falsely alluring.

"What are you talking about?" I orated, taking a few steps back.

"Everything will be so much easier if you are quiet and you do not struggle," the same silky voice whispered, except it was right behind me. Connie guy suddenly covered my mouth with a white cloth. The last thing I remembered before blacking out was seeing a sick twisted smirk, hovering above my eyes.

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