Disclaimer:

Nico: *Is tied to a chair* HEY! YOU CAN'T DO THIS!

Me: Ummmm, yes I can. I own you remember, di Angelo?

Nico: No you don't, Rick Riordan does.

Me: Okay, so I don't YET! But I will! One Day I Will! MWHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Nico: If you someday, magically own us, I will be jumping off a cliff!

Me: Can it, di Angelo. Just because I don't own you doesn't mean that you're not my prisoner! Okay, before he responds, on with the story.

Grover's P.O.V.

OH MY GODS! I'M SO EXCITED! I can't wait to tell the guys! Oh yeah, I guess you might want to know what I'm talking about? Well, you see, my satyr friend, William, is a protector of a music producer's son. Sara La Bombell, owner of La Musica Records and mother of Darren La Bombell, son of Apollo, told me ( I was visiting William) that if I could throw a band together, write some good songs and get them to perform somewhere, to call her! So I was going to ask Percy, who can sing and play guitar, Nico, who sings and plays the bass, Malcolm, who plays the guitar- acoustic and electric-, Travis, who plays drums, and Connor, who mainly plays the keyboard/piano, if they would become a band. I hope they say yes.

Percy's P.O.V.

Where is Grover! That satyr is going to make us miss the concert! Nico, Malcolm, Travis, Connor and I were waiting on him because he was visiting one of his friends, Walter or something, I don't know. But I do know that if he doesn't get here soon, we're gonna leave without him.

"Where is he?" Connor whined from the back seat. Travis and I made him sit back there because he's younger, even if it is only by a few months. Malcolm and Nico were sitting back there too. Nico and Malcolm were arguing about which band was better, Nico was for Green Day and Malcolm was for The Fray. Personally, I agree with Nico, but was I going to voice that? Oh HADES no! Getting into a fight between the two of them is a BAD idea, trust me. I learned that the hard way.

My phone blasted "Tonight Tonight" by Hot Chelle Rae.

"Grover, man. Where are you? We're gonna miss the concert soon if you don't get your goat butt over here." I said."We're sitting here waiting for you."

"I know, I know, but guess what." He said, sounding excited.

"This better be good dude." Nico said, pausing from the argument. Did I mention that it was on speaker phone? I didn't. Well it is.

"It is. Trust me." He said.

"Yeah, last time we trusted you, we ended up in the hospital." Travis said.

"Just listen. You know that satyr I was going to visit?" Grover asked.

"Yeah, Walter right?" I said.

"You mean William?" Malcolm asked me.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever brain boy." I said. "What about him?"

"Well, the kid he's protecting is Sarah La Bombell's son. And she said, to me, that if I could get a band together, and bring them in, she'd see if they were any good. And if they were then she'd sign them!" Grover exclaimed.

"Okay, but what does that have to do with any of us?" Connor asked.

"Well I was thinking, since you all play instruments and Percy can sing, maybe you could be the band?" he said. "I'll be your manager, if that helps?"

"I'm in." I said.

"Me too."

"Make that three."

"Turn that three into four."

"You're all idiots, but I'm in."

"YES!" Grover exclaimed. "I'll explain more after the concert. I'll be there in 5." Then he hung up.

"Well, we're gonna be a band my friends, and no one is gonna stop us." Connor said. Travis then reached back and slapped the back of his head. "OW!"

"I didn't hurt that bad." Travis said.

"Whatever." was Connor's reply.

*TIME SKIP: AFTER THE CONCERT*

Nico's P.O.V.

"-under Bolt? Seriously? What kind of name is that?" I exclaimed. Malcolm and I were arguing about band names and Travis and Connor were arguing about Travis' drums and whether or not they should bring them here. Grover was eating and Percy was nowhere to be seen.

"GUYS!" Percy yelled. Wait there he is. "We seriously need to figure out a band name, and Travis, bring your drums here."

You're probably wondering where here is right? Well it's Percy's house- more like mini mansion. His dad bought it for him and he gives him an "allowance" every month. But, Percy pays for college by himself. Just like a big boy.

"Hey Perce, what about Myth? You know for a band name?" Grover asked.

"That's…. actually not a bad one." He said.

"I like it; it has a ring to it." I said.

"I think that's the one." Travis shouted.

"DUDE!" Connor exclaimed from his position on the couch. "Did you need to shout? I'm tired."

"Sorry." Travis grumbled.

Percy's P.O.V.

"You guys can just crash here for the night." I said to them. They all went upstairs, well, Grover didn't.

"This could be your chance Perce, your chance to prove to her that your life isn't going nowhere. I know that you're still in love with her, so, we WILL figure out how to get Annabeth to see." He said to me. Then he walked upstairs.

I just hope that he's right.

Okay, how was it? Can you guys please review and tell me? Oh yeah and:

Percy, Travis and Connor are 21

Malcolm is 20

And Nico is 17/18- not exactly sure yet.

*Me- Say goodbye to the readers Nico!

Nico- Bye only people who could help me escape.*