Okay, prepare yourselves. This is a long chapter but a quick info message. There will be multiple ships in here, not just Percabeth. Also, please review and check out my other stories!
"Excuse me." I said politely to the tall men blocking my way. I was at Piper's concert, and I couldn't see the stage because of the two men in front of me.
"Oh, sorry." said the blonde one. He turned and smiled at me. He had startlingly blue eyes and a small scar on his upper lip, and he looked quite familiar. He shifted, but the other one was still in my way. I smiled and thanked the man, and turned to the other one.
"Excuse me." I repeated, to the man blocking my view. He was wearing a blue hoodie and I could see that he had his earphones in. I tapped him on the shoulder and he wheeled round, clearly irritated.
"What?"
"I can't see." I said levelly.
"Get your eyes checked then." He said and glared at me. I stared at him angrily and was about to reply, when his friend intervened.
"Percy! What's wrong with you?!" He turned to me and smiled. "Sorry about that. Percy's just pissed off today because he couldn't find his Finding Nemo DVD this morning."
Percy just grunted and said: "Stop telling everyone that."
Blondie laughed and outstretched his hand. "Jason. The sissy over here is Percy."
I shook Jason's hand. "Annabeth. Do I know-oh wait, Pipes is on the stage!"
Percy took out his earphones and Jason turned around and whooped, along with about a thousand of Piper's other fans. The lighting changed to blue and purple, dimming the lights over the audience, so I couldn't really see Jason or Percy properly.
Piper McLean walked onto the stage, beaming at everyone in the audience. Her choppy brown hair was dancing around her face, and her kaleidoscope eyes were twinkling with excitement. She grabbed the mike and pulled it closer. "Hi everyone!"
The audience screamed and cheered.
She laughed and pushed her hair out of her face. "So let's jump right into it then! My first song is one off of one of my old albums, It's My Life. Hope you guys like it!"
We all cheered, remembering the song. The music started up and she began singing.
"This ain't a song for the broken-hearted
No silent prayer for the faith-departed
I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd
You're gonna hear my voice
When I shout it out loud
It's my life
It's now or never
I ain't gonna live forever
I just want to live while I'm alive
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said
I did it my way
I just wanna live while I'm alive
It's my life
This is for the ones who stood their ground
For Tommy and Gina who never backed down
Tomorrow's getting harder make no mistake
Luck ain't even lucky
Got to make your own breaks
It's my life
And it's now or never
I ain't gonna live forever
I just want to live while I'm alive
(It's my life)
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said
I did it my way
I just want to live while I'm alive
'Cause it's my life
Better stand tall when they're calling you out
Don't bend, don't break, baby, don't back down
It's my life
And it's now or never
'Cause I ain't gonna live forever
I just want to live while I'm alive
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said
I did it my way
I just want to live while I'm alive
It's my life
And it's now or never
'Cause I ain't gonna live forever
I just want to live while I'm alive
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said
I did it my way
I just want to live while I'm alive
'Cause it's my life!"
She ended on a strong note, her powerful voice echoing through the venue. The audience erupted into applause, me included. "Wow." I thought. "I actually can't believe my best friend is one of the best singers ever. And she got me a front row ticket!"
As if she could hear me, she caught my eye and waved at me. I rolled my eyes and waved back at my hyper friend. I really should stop buying her coffee.
"Thank you so much LA!" she shouted when the clapping had finally died down. "Time for my next song, Salute." The crowd went wild again as the music started, and the lights on the stage dimmed. They changed colour to khaki and brown, creating a camouflage-themed stage. She smiled determinedly and the music began.
"Ladies all across the world
Listen up, we're looking for recruits
If you're with me, let me see your hands
Stand up and salute
Get your killer heels, sneakers, pumps or lace up your boots
Representing all the women.
Salute, salute!
It's who we are
We don't need no camouflage
It's the female federal
And we're taking off
If you're with me, women, let me hear you say
Ladies all across the world
Listen up, we're looking for recruits
If you're with me, let me see your hands
Stand up and salute
Get your killer heels, sneakers, pumps or lace up your boots
Representing all the women.
Salute, salute!
Attention! (salute)
Attention! (salute)
Attention! (huh!)
Representing all the women.
Salute, salute!
Sisters we are everywhere
Warriors, your country needs you
If you're ready ladies, better keep steady
Ready, aim, shoot
Don't need ammunition, on a mission
And we'll hit you with the truth
Divas, queens, we don't need no man, salute!
Sisters we are everywhere
Warriors, your country needs you
If you're ready ladies, better keep steady
Ready, aim, shoot
Don't need ammunition. On a mission
And we'll hit you with the truth
Representing all the women.
Salute, salute!
It's who we are
We don't need no camouflage
It's the female federal
And we're taking off,
If you're with me, women, let me hear you say
Ladies all across the world
Listen up, we're looking for recruits
If you're with me, let me see your hands
Stand up and salute
Get your killer heels, sneakers, pumps or lace up your boots
Representing all the women.
Salute, salute!
Attention! (salute)
Attention! (salute)
Attention! (huh!)
Representing all the women.
Salute, salute!
You think we're just pretty things
You couldn't be more wrong
We're standing strong, we carry on
Knock us but we keep moving up we're moving up, yeah
Can't stop a hurricane, ladies it's time to awake
Attention!
Attention!
Individuals!
Originals!
Huh!
Let me hear you say,
Ladies all across the world
Listen up, we're looking for recruits
If you're with me, let me see your hands
Stand up and salute
Get your killer heels, sneakers, pumps or lace up your boots
Representing all the women.
Salute, salute!
Attention! (salute)
Attention! (salute)
Attention! (huh!)
Representing all the women.
Salute, salute
Ladies, the time has come, the war has begun. Let us stand together.
And remember, men fight great, but women are great fighters
Huh!
Representing all the women.
Salute, salute!"
The song ended and Piper lowered her head dramatically. The lights changed back to their normal blue and purple, and the crowd jumped up and down, whistling and clapping. "I know you all love that song! It was written by one of my very best friends." And she smiled down at me.
Jason and Percy both turned around. Percy looked quite shocked. "Dude! You wrote that?!"
"Ssshhh, quiet. And also I'm not a dude."
"But you wrote it?" he said with a lowered voice.
"Yep. Now shut up, I want to listen to Piper."
He raised an eyebrow and was about to respond when Jason said: "Yeah shut up. I wanna listen to Piper's beautiful voice." he said, sighing happily and staring at her dreamily. We stared at him weirdly. "Oh wait, did I say that out loud?"
Percy clapped him on the back. "Yeah, you did, dork."
"Oops."
I laughed and switched my attention back to Piper. She was talking to the crowd about the importance of gender equality, and I felt myself inflate with pride. My best friend, since kindergarten, is making a difference in the world. I smiled and cheered as the music for her next song came on and she began to dance.
...
As soon as the concert finished, I sprinted backstage to talk to Piper. All of the security guards nodded at me as I ran past, and I yanked open the door to Piper's dressing room. "Pipes! That was amazing!
"Aww thanks Annabeth, but you've said that about every concert of mine that you've been to!"
"I can't help it if they're all amazing!"
She laughed and we ran to hug each other. "Thanks for flying out here with me Annabeth. It makes staying here so much more fun!"
I had been helping out with Piper's singing career for about seven years now. Seven years ago, at the start of college, I convinced her to upload her first cover, the song 'Summertime'. She had gained more and more subscribers, and after a couple of years she had a massive fan base. She was signed by an agent, and the rest is history. The incredible thing about Piper is that after all that, she never forgot her friends or let the fame get to her head. That's what's so special about her.
"No problem! It's my pleasure, I love to hear you sing!"
"Thanks! Hey, how come you don't watch from backstage?"
"I prefer to be in the audience, so if any douchebag catcalls or wolf whistles at you, I can be right there to punch them."
"Jeez, I'm so glad I don't have you for an enemy."
"You're welcome." I said laughing and we walked out to the car, a bunch of bodyguards surrounding us.
...
As soon as we got to the hotel, I flopped down on Piper's bed.
"Girl, get your own bed!"
I groaned and didn't move. I heard Piper muttering. "Lazy ass." She lay down next to me and we didn't speak for a while, until she spoke up.
"Thanks for writing that song by the way."
I groaned again. I knew what was coming. "No Piper. I will not sing or play the guitar in your next concert."
"Aww pleeeeeaaaase?" She batted her eyelashes.
"No."
"Come on! You write a bunch of really nice songs that sound beautiful when you sing them to me, but when I try it sounds horrible! If we fuse our styles together, it would sound amazing!"
We did have very different styles. Piper preferred pop rock type songs, and I generally wrote ballads or individual melodies. However, Piper could sing and I definitely could not.
"Listen, I don't want to ruin your concert. Now shut up, I want to sleep."
I tuned out her voice from then on, so I really have no idea what she was saying. I think she stopped after about ten minutes and settled down.
...
The next day I woke up at around 7:30. "Shit!" I screamed. "Piper! Get up! We're so late!"
She blinked her eyes then looked at the clock. She immediately scrambled out of bed and started pulling her clothes on hurriedly, cursing under breath. I struggled to brush the knots out of my hair when a certain idiot burst into the room.
"Hola senoritas!" said Leo Valdez, Piper's stage effects technician and our good friend.
"What do you want Leo?" I snapped as I tried to find my shoes.
"Okay, so I know that you guys are really bad at waking up early. So surprise! I set your clocks to an hour late while you were sleeping. It's actually 6:30!"
Piper and I both stopped running around the room looking for stuff and smacked him. Then Piper crawled back into bed and said: "Wake me up in 20." She fell fast asleep, giving me the perfect opportunity to glare at Leo.
"Sorry Annie. I thought it would help." he said, grinning.
"At least we're not late." I grumbled. He left the room looking thoroughly pleased with himself. As I was now awake (thanks Leo) I decided to sort my appearance out a bit. After all, we had a meeting at 8:00 with a band who was interested in collaborating with Piper.
I attacked my hair with a brush and then attempted to straighten it. It just fell limply on my shoulders and I gave up. I pulled on a black skirt with tights and a grey blouse with a white collar. I struggled to fit my heels on, but gave up and put on some white flats instead. Then I shook Piper awake and called room service for breakfast. "Yeah, French toast with the berry mix please. Thanks." There was a knock on the door and breakfast was delivered. "Thank you!" I said to the bellboy, who craned his neck to catch a glimpse of Piper. I shut the door before he could see Piper struggling to get her leggings on.
We inhaled our French toast hungrily, attempting to steal food from the other person's plate while they weren't looking and left the room. We got into the car waiting outside and drove off.
...
When we arrived at Olympus Records LA, we walked through the the automatic double doors and gave our I.D to the security guards. My mom walked past and said: "Hello, Annabeth. They're waiting for you two in studio 12."
"Thanks."
Oh yeah, my mom. Well quick background info. Twelve people run Olympian records (more on them later). They discovered Piper's music channel through Aphrodite, Piper's mother and one of the managers.
We pushed the door to studio 12 open together and strode in. All the members of the band were standing around, talking and laughing. "Sorry we're late, everyone." I paused when a blonde haired man turned around.
"It's no problem." said Jason. "Wait-Annabeth?!"
Extremely long chapter, I know. Sorry. Also, this is a Percabeth story, not a Jason x Annabeth story. *shudders*
I did not write those songs.
It's my life-Bon Jovi
Salute-Little Mix
Both amazing songs! Go check those out as well. Also, give me some more kick-ass songs for Piper to sing.