Disclaimer:
Me: Scar, will you do the honors?
Scarlet: …
Me: You don't know what I mean, do you?
Scarlet: …
Me: I don't own PJO.
Scarlet: That's what you wanted me to do?
Skylar: Talk about obvious.
Trent: Sky, no need to be rude.
Skylar: *Attacks Trent*
(I know, that was a very stupid disclaimer, I just couldn't think of anything.)
Speaking of Demigods…
Chapter One: The Runaway Pick (Samantha's POV)
I jiggled my Guitar around, trying to get the pick to fall out. I had been playing a new song I'd just finished writing and bam! I got distracted and my pick went through the strings into the hole.
Hey! Dad! I thought, A little help would be nice!
At that time, my brother, Trent came inside. "Having problems?" He asked when he saw me thrashing the guitar around above my head.
"Just a little," I said.
He laughed and grabbed the guitar from me. He walked over to the baby grand piano we somehow managed to fit into the cabin. He signaled for me to come over. As I got up, he set my guitar on the piano. "I'll show you how to easily get the pick out."
I nodded and watched him as he slowly edged his fingers in between the middle strings. With his other hand, he carefully lifted the "butt of the guitar" as I like to call it. I could hear the pick sliding and then suddenly stop. His hand came out holding a pink and yellow pick. "Here you go," he said.
"How'd you learn to do that?"
"Dad taught me."
I'd never met dad, so I didn't have anything "special" that he'd taught me—or at least, not yet.
I set my guitar on my bed and said, "I'll be back in a little bit. I have something I need to take care of."