Hey guys! I know I should be updating DHM, but I just had to write this. I thought it would be funny to make Annabeth make a movie! I just thought of this last night at 3 in the morning, so if anyone else had this idea before you, I will read your story and try to make mine veer away from you plot. K? Percy and Annabeth are 18. Also, there is something at the end of the chapter that might interest you guys. On with the...

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO or the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

Percy's POV:

Click. Click. Click, click. Click.

"Annabeth!" I mumbled in sleep-talk. "Turn off that stupid computer and go to bed! It's three in the morning!"

"Just one more scene!" She said, eyes never leaving the screen.

"You said that two hours ago!"

"Please!" She more ordered than asked. I sat up and pushed her fingers away from the keyboard and slammed the computer shut. I put it on the bedside table and made her lay down. She had a shocked look on her face, because for once she wasn't in control. She is the control freak.

"Come on Percy! This is a once in a life opertunity! We could never get another chance like this. We could give some of the profit to camp!" she whisper-yelled.

"You can work on it in the morning." she sighed.

"Fine.

That morning, I woke up to that same sound at six o'clock sharp. You see, this sis becoming a routine at our house. When she is done writing the script I am going to ban all computers from this home! If you haven't caught on, Annabeth was asked to write a script of our story, the prophesy-stuff like that. She starts when the oracle gave the Great Prophesy, then it zooms to the day I went to the Met. Then it is pretty much everything that happened with my life. There are going to be five, maybe four movies. In case you are wondering about Annabeth's story-like with Luke and Thalia, she is going to have flash backs through out the movie.

The day she finished the last script, I ran out the door, in my boxers, screaming thanks to the gods. Now I could accually get some decent sleep!

A couple weeks later, we went to the producer in Hollywood, who was interested in her writing the script. He thought it was beautiful. Little did he know it really happened. We were the casting people. There was no one that looked even remotely close to any of us. We asked the director if we could recruit our friends. He agreed that it would be better. He bought them plane tickets, which we sold to random homeless people who gladly took them and got some money with them. Instead, Nico shadow traveled most of them over, and Percy sent like, 50 hippocampi over to get the rest. Most of them came with war armada. Lets just say the director was most pleased!

K done! What did you think? Okay here is what you might be interested in.

I am holding a contest. Well, sorta. I want you guys to make up characters (or just write about yourself!) for my stories. I will accept ten characters. Seven will be campers and three will be crew people. This is the format that I would like you to use when you review. I will use myself as an example

Name(+ nickname) : Alessa, lees, and Greek Freak

Godly Parent: Athena

Friend or Foe: Friend

Description: Dirty blonde hair, grey/blue eyes, short-ish,

Likes and Dislikes: Likes books, parties, other people. Dislikes meanies, bullies, flamers

Camper or Crew: Camper.

I know it is long, but I want to get the characters just right so I don't offend anyone.

Thanks!

-A-DOA