Hi! Connie here, so I got this idea from reading a bunch of useless drabbles about Percy and his amazing double life as a singer, and realized what a great idea for a plot! So, here is my take on Percy the singer, and Annabeth the plain jane, amazing architect extraordinaire. without further ado, here is the story...

Percy's POV

From the moment that I stepped on the stage, I knew that my life would never be the same after this concert. I counted in my head backwards from twenty-five to zero, just like Apollo told me to do, waiting for the right time to start.

I hung my head low, counting and listening to the screaming fans who were waiting in the audience. I grinned. They were waiting for me, me Percy Jackson to sing. I was the reason that so many teenage girls were giddy with excitement, anticipating my first live concert.

I don't know why I'm not scared, but it's probably because I was born for the stage. Mom always said that from the moment I could talk I always said I wanted to be famous. Well, I sure got my fame.

Being scouted out in a small but populous club in Manhattan, NYC was basically unheard of, ten.

Being observed by Hermes, a legendary, sly board member for Olympian records was the biggest thing that ever happened, nine.

Getting Apollo, one of the most amazing managers in show biz to manage me was a miracle, eight.

Having the world find out that famous artist Rachel Elizabeth Dare was my girlfriend, seven.

Becoming a smash-hit sensation over the course of a year, six.

Learning that paparazzi never sleeps,and lives to create the lives of superstars a living hell, five.

Trying to grasp the concept that four of my ten songs have been in the list of Top Ten hits of the week in the US of A, four.

Finding out how cool it is to go on itunes and buy one of your songs, three.

Appearing in TeenWeekly as #1 of America's top 10 hottest celebrities, two.

Featured in "Stethescopes" the hit medical drama television series as Dr. Grahm's long lost son, one.

And performing life for the first time tonight on a stage bigger than my mom's house...

...Time to shine,zero.

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"Blonde hair blowin' in the summer wind
A blue-eyed girl playing in the sand
I'd been on a trail for a little while
But that was the night that she broke down and held my hand
The teenage rush, she said, 'maybe I'll just runaway, we got time'
Well that ain't much...
We can't wait 'til tomorrow
You gotta know that this is real, baby why you wanna fight it?
It's the one thing you can choose, oh!

We got engaged on a Friday night
I swore on the head of our unborn child that I could take care of the three of us
But I got the tendency to slip when the nights get wild.
It's in my blood
She says she might just runaway somewhere else, some place good
We can't wait 'til tomorrow
You gotta know that this is real, baby why you wanna fight it?
It's the one thing you can choose

Let's take a chance baby we can't lose
Mean we're all just runaways
I knew that when I met you, I'm not gonna let you runaway
I knew that when I held you, I wasn't lettin' go

We used to look at the stars and confess our dreams
Hold each other to the morning light
We used to laugh, now we only fight
Baby are you lonesome now?

At night I come home after they go to sleep
Like a stumbling ghost, I haunt these halls
There's a picture of us on our wedding day
I recognize the girl but I can't settle in these walls

We can't wait 'til tomorrow
No we're caught up in the appeal, baby why you wanna hide it?
It's the last thing on my mind
(Why you wanna hide it?)

I turn the engine over and my body just comes alive and we all just runaway
I knew that when I met you, I'm not gonna let you runaway
I knew that when I held you, I wasn't lettin go, no no no!
(No no no!)
(And we're all just runaways)
Yeah runaway
(And we're all just runaways)

Yeah."

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There ya go. Remember to review I like criticism, compliments or plain old hey, yo's and randomness. Bye!

Fly On,

Connie :)