Disclaimer: My name doesn't start with an 'R', so I must not be Rick Riorden. I don't own PJO or any of the songs or brand names used here. I ONLY own Melody, her mom, and the plot.
Enjoy :)
Chapter 1
I stepped through the doors and was attacked by camera flashes. These people were all here to see me. They adored me. They adored the voice I was blessed with.
I began to make my way through the fans to the stage across the stadium. I put the microphone to my lips and started singing.
Ooohh
oh oh oh
yea
Every try to reach for something
but its someone elses dream
every step that you take forward
takes you back to where youve been
and then when you least expect it
and you tried about everything
somebody hears your opinion
somebody cares what you see
You woke me up
no longer tired
with you im feeling smart
you help me find my fire
Your the new classic
your the new PYT
stands for pay young taken
on the world from the drivers seat
you look so classic fantastic
when your on the floor
bring the beat back once more
let me see you do that oh
Trying to do it right
no rehearsals its your life
if your doing this crazy dance
cause your making these crazy friends
Its just a dance not a test
you put in work to be the best
its a classic to take on my brand new game
before the needle drops
theyre gonna know your name
It get over
dont lose your love
your colder
i'll warm you up
your fires hot enough
enough enough enough
Your the new classic
your the new PYT
stands for pay young and trying
everything just to touch your dreams
you look so classic fantastic
when your on the floor
bring the beat back once more
let me see you do that oh
Its become so hard
for me to be surprised
your bringing back the real me
no judgement in your eyes
cause when i dance with you
its how i speak the truth
just classic when we met
now you make me new
Your the new classic
your the new PYT
cause your pay young taking
on the world from the drivers seat
you look so classsic fantastic
when your on the floor
bring the beat back once more
[x2]
Your the new classic
your the new PYT
cause your pay young
isnt take a chance to believe in me
your look so classic fantastic
when your on that floor
bring the beat back once more
let me see you do that
"Hello, New York!" I screamed into the microphone. "Are you ready to rock out tonight?"
Thousands of screams and cheers replied to my question.
I loved my fans. The rest of the concert went off without a hitch, and soon it was time font my last song.
No sir
Well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore
It's your turn to take a seat
We're settling the final score
And why do we like to hurt so much?
I can't decide
You have made it harder just to go on
And why, all the possibilities
Well I was wrong
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating
And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa
I wonder
How am I supposed to feel when you're not here?
Cause I've burned every bridge I ever built
When you were here
I still try
Holding on to silly things, I never learn
Oh why, all the possibilities
I'm sure you've heard
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating (Beating)
that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa
Pain make your way to me, to me
And I'll always be just so inviting (So inviting)
If I ever start to think straight
This heart will start a riot in me
Let's start, start, hey!
Why do we like to hurt so much?
Oh, why do we like to hurt so much?
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa
Now I can't trust myself with anything but this
And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa
"Goodnight everyone! I hope you enjoyed it!" I said, ending the concert.
I went backstage, and everyone congratulated the band and me. I got dozens of hugs and high fives before going back to my tour bus. Tonight was our last concert of the tour, so there was a huge afterparty for everyone involved on my tour and their family at the Hard Rock Cafè. I had to get ready.
I walked through the door and saw my mom sitting on the couch with a worried look on her face. She and I were extremely close because I only had her as a parent. I never knew my father.
"Mom, what's wrong?" I asked.
She looked up at me and smiled weakly, "Nothing sweetie. Shouldn't you be getting ready for the party?"
"I was just about to. Are you sure nothing's wrong?"
"Nothing," she repeated kissing my forehead.
"Ok," I said and walked to the part of the bus that had my clothes. I chose a cute outfit and went to take a shower.
After my shower, I got dressed and did my hair and make-up. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw how amazing I looked. I was wearing short black shorts with sparkly gold tight underneath and a burnt orange and gold spaghetti strapped top. I had black ankle boots with stilleto heels on, and my hair was straightened. My make-up was light and showed my natural features. I had almost no accesories except for a set of black and white bangles, a gold ring with a clear white heart-shaped diamond, and small gold hoop earrings. I felt like something was missing, so I put on a gold headband with a bow on the right side. I looked good. I decided to not bring a purse and put my cellphone in my pocket.
I walked to the sitting area of the bus and saw that my mom was ready too. The driver had already driven us to the Hard Rock, so we just needed to get out of the car.
The paparazzi was already there and took pictures as we exited the bus. Mom and I waved and smiled, and I threw in some peace signs for the cameras.
We got inside and the party was in full swing. I saw people dancing, and the older adults were sitting down and drinking champagne. My mom went to sit down with my manager and the adults, and I went to dance. A lot of celebrities were at the party too. I partied into the early morning and fell asleep the second my head touched the hotel pillow.
I woke up a few hours later to the sound of people arguing. I opened the door slightly and saw my mom arguing with a man in his late thirties. Even if he was that old he didn't look bad for his age.
I put one eye against the crack of the door and listened to their conversation.
"Jane, she has to go. It will be much safer for her if she's there. They can protect her," the stranger told my mom.
"What? Don't you think I have protected her well enough for the last fifteen years? I did that all without your help, and I can continue," my Mom said.
"I'm sorry. You know why I couldn't stay. It wasn't my choice, but they can protect her from things you can't. All this time that you have been in New York, I have been watching over you. Too many of them have tried to get her, but I stopped them. Please, it's better for her if she comes with me."
"You're right, but she can't just dissapear unnoticed. Melody is an intermational superstar. It will be obvious if she isn't seen."
What? Why was my name mentioned?
Where was I going with this stranger?
I decided to make my entrance and walked into the living room part of the suite.
"Mom," I asked. "What's going on?"
"Hi Melody," the stranger said. "My name is Apollo."
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