Percy's POV:

"Dental Floss is Very Good for Teeth, Dental Floss is Very Good for Teeth," I sang loudly, my deep voice resonating in the room. The room I was practicing in was Goode High's music room. Very few people used it but occasionally, I saw a blonde girl singing. Her voice was as clear as a stream and as sweet as honey. The song she last sang was I Was Born. I love that song, it reminded me that I had a purpose in life. My father left me at age 6 and I was angry at him ever since, sometimes thinking suicidal thoughts, until I discovered singing. Singing was something I loved and cleared away my thoughts, it was something I could trust. So, I sang along with her.

"Cause I was born to do something No one's ever done, no one's ever done before I was born to go somewhere No one's ever gone, no one's ever gone before I was born to be someone No one's ever been, no one's ever been before, oh!" Our voices mixed together into a harmony, with me low and her high. Suddenly, her voice cracked, and she turned around slowly. Her eyes were a stormy gray with specks of navy blue and sky blue. Her hair was slightly curly and a honey blonde and shone like the sun. She was around 5ft 9, almost as tall as me, which I was 6ft 1. She was perfect.

"Oh, ohh.." She stared at me. "I'm sorry for disturbing you, here take the room." She frantically shoved all her belongings in her gray backpack and ran out the door almost knocking over a music stand.

"Wait, wait! I never got your name!" I shouted to her, but she didn't turn back running even faster. I never saw her again. I checked in every music room and tried to spot her in the cafeteria every day. Never did I see her once. Why did she run away? I might have an answer.

My name is Perseus Jackson, known as Percy. You've most likely heard of me. Singer, dancer, actor extraordinaire. Like it said on the New York Times paper. To be honest, I'm probably Goode's claim to fame (also probably New York as well) known as a prodigy. My most recent role was Marius in Les Miz. My Cosette was Rachel Elizabeth Dare, known as RED. She's also goes to Goode but is slightly less famous. I started singing at age 10, when my aunt, Calliope, known as one of the Muses, heard me sing in the shower (which was really embarrassing) and kindly asked (threatened me) me to take singing lessons. Which I did, of course. And here I am, singing and dancing to millions.

"Perseus, focus!" Aunt Calliope snapped. I was awakened from my daydream to see an angry Calliope looking at me. "Perseus, were you daydreaming?" I flinched from my name.

"No, Auntie. Just thinking about this afternoon's audition." I lied. She visibly relaxed.

"Well then, let's practice the song you are going to sing." She chirped. It was scary to see how fast her mood could change in a matter of seconds. This audition was extremely important to her, seeing that I had to keep up my and her reputation. This year's show was going to be The Greatest Showman and my goal was to be not Phineas Barnum, but Philip Carlyle. I wonder who Anne (trapeze artist) was going to be.

"My song is going to be Rewrite the Stars." I took a deep breath and started singing.

You know I want you
It's not a secret I try to hide
I know you want me
So don't keep saying our hands are tied
You claim it's not in the cards
Fate is pulling you miles away
And out of reach from me
But you're here in my heart
So who can stop me if I decide
That you're my destiny?

I inhaled and exhaled from the song. "Bravo, bravo!" Aunt Calliope cheered. It was rare to here compliments from her, seeing she had such high expectations. I was ready.

*Time Skip*

"Shoot, what am I going to wear, what am I going to wear?!" I muttered nervously. The audition was in 2 hours. I'm usually not this nervous, but actors from all of New York and California were coming. This was nerve- wrecking.

"Honey, it's okay, calm down." I looked up and saw my mom standing in the doorway. I beckoned her over.

"What am I going to wear?!" I said frantically, shifting through mounds of clothes.

"How about this?" My mom asked. It was a blue casual button-down shirt and dark blue jeans. Perfect.

"Thank you, mom." I said taking it from her and hugging her. She smelled like the sea and warm fresh- baked cookies. Ooh! I wonder if there's some in the kitchen. As if she read my mind she smiled and said,

"Yes Percy, there are cookies." I dropped my clothes and ran to the kitchen. Nothing can keep me away from my cookies. NOTHING. Ding Dong, the door went. I sighed and put my cookie down and went to the door. Standing outside were my best buddies and cousins, Nico and Jason.

"C'mon in guys, there are cookies." Jason and Nico instantly brightened, well mostly Jason. Nico had a miniscule smile on his face. I could tell since I was practically best friends with them since I was born. "I never said that they were your cookies, I just said there was cookies. WAS. Now there are not." Jason pouted, and Nico frowned, sad that they were missing Aunt Sally's cookies. "JK guys, come on in and have 1 cookie."

They barreled past me and took one cookie each.

"So… Perce, who going to be the lucky gal?" Jason asked munching one a chocolate chip. I hesitated before answering.

"Rachel….?" Secretly, I hoped it was that blonde girl who I never got her name. Nico frowned, knowing that I was lying. Damn, his awesome power to detect lies.

"Really?" he asked raising his eyebrow at me.

"No…" I proceeded to tell them about the girl I met a couple months ago and never saw her. I don't know why, but as soon as I saw her, I couldn't look away. I guess it's kind of like the song I was singing, that we can't be together.

"Hmmm…" Jason mused. "It seems like your talking about Annabeth Chase, the smartest girl in the school. Annabeth Chase, I would remember that name.