Hey Guys! I am finally back. Well sorta. This is the only story I will be updating cause I don't know what I'm gonna do with the others.
This story is co-authored between me and SwimDanceMusicRead Jazz.
I put prologue and the first chapter together since the prologue is really short.
We'll be updating every Friday.
Summary:
The Sirens are a worldwide famous band. Their rival: 5 Crazy Godlings. It doesn't exactly help when they have awkward relationships. And when they have to live together.
So, setting the stage:
The Sirens:
Manager: Tristan McLean
Assistant Manager: Mellie
Frontman: Annabeth Chase
Electric Guitar: Thalia Grace
Bass Guitar: Hazel Levesque
Piano: Piper McLean
Drums: Calypso
Costume Designer/ Stylist: Olivia Johnson
5 Crazy Godlings:
Manager: Grover Underwood
Assistant Manager: Gleeson Hedge
Frontman: Percy Jackson
Electric Guitar: Luke Castellan
Bass Guitar: Frank Zhang
Piano: Jason Grace
Drums: Leo Valdez
Costume Designer/ Stylist: Juniper
Enjoy! :)
Prologue:
*flashforward*
They walked on stage one after the other. The crowd went wild.
The lights at the foot of the stage only lit up their feet.
All five of them had skinny jeans.
Pink. Orange. Yellow. Green. Blue.
Heels. Flats. Toms. Wedges. Boots.
That's all the crowd could see.
They stood in a line, their backs to the audience.
Annabeth's voice rang through the stadium.
Baby when they look up at the sky…
*flashback*
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Chapter 1
Percy POV
We stood as Grover grabbed his office bag and Juniper searched for purse.
"Come on, Grover! Where are we going?" Jason pestered.
Grover and Juniper had plans for us to move to LA, instead of staying in San Fran. But, I never expected that change to happen so quickly.
Luke walked up to us after stuffing his cell phone in his pocket. "Come on, they have our bags ready."
We followed inside behind Luke. From each of our small backpacks, we grabbed a cap and sunglasses. Not the best disguises, I know, but we needed something at the very least. Leo thought that we were doing the cha-cha-cha, and put his hands on Frank's shoulder.
"One-two-three-and kick!" Leo repeated over and over again. Frank turned his head and glared at him.
Leo put his hands up immediately. "Sorry, big guy."
Frank replied gruffly, "Don't do that, Valdez."
"Yes, sirree. I sure will!" Leo exclaimed.
"Leo." Frank said calmly. "Shut up."
"Oh, right."
"So mature, aren't you guys?" Luke said rolling his eyes.
We got our luggage and started outside. Grover searched for a taxi while we waited.
Jason and Leo were thumb wrestling, Luke was talking to Juniper and Frank was drumming his fingers against his suitcase. I sat on a bench, humming my under my breath. We started to get impatient, just after a minute. Leo's fingers were a blur, Jason's foot was tapping uncontrollably, Luke's left eye was twitching and I just kept wringing my hands and pacing.
We all had ADHD and dyslexia . Except Frank. He's just lactose intolerant.
It took too long until we finally got into a taxi big enough for five disguised rock stars, their manager and their stylist.
We pestered Grover until he finally told us.
"Fine, fine, I'll tell you, okay? You guys can't start arguing with me when I do, understand?" Grover instructed and we bobbed our heads in unison.
"You guys know who the Sirens are, right?" He asked.
Leo started bouncing on his seat. "You mean the band with Annabeth-" I winced. "-and Piper-" Jason looked uncomfortable. "-and Hazel-" Frank looked down a blush creeping up his neck. "-and Thalia-" Luke visibly flinched. "-and-" Leo stopped bouncing and sank into his seat. "-and Calypso." His voice was a whisper.
Grover sensed the discomfort and looked anywhere but us. "We'regonnabelivingwiththemintheOlympianEstate."
"What?" Frank asked.
Grover took a deep breath. He spoke slowly flinching with every word. "We're going to let be with them in the Olympian Estate."
There was a moment of silence.
Then all hell broke loose into the taxi.
Frank and Jason started sputtering and spitting, Leo was sitting still, shocked, Luke's leg was bouncing in full speed, and in the rear view mirror, I saw my eye twitching.
Luke was the first to speak. "Grover, you know about everything, so why in the world would you choose the only place where we are never ever going to be welcome?"
Grover was red in the face, abashed. "Ummm, well you see the thing is, uh, Tristan McLean, like their manager, me and him have been planning this for months."
"And you didn't bother to tell us any of this?" It surprised me that Frank was yelling, too. For the years I've known him, the guy's never yelled. Well other than the time where Leo got ahold of the matchbox and almost burned down the dining table. The poor boy's deathly scared of fire.
Grover's face was purple now. "I just felt like that if I told you guys, well, this would happen."
I rolled my eyes. "That's a lame excuse, Grover! If you had told us before, our anger would have actually been less angry. We would have time to get used to the idea." My frustration grew with every word.
Leo, who had been silent with shock for the past few minutes finally spoke. "You tell us now? Really, dude. You know how much the girls hate us for multiple reasons. Tristan probably already told them and they probably are already finding a way so they won't have to see us. "
Grovers face finally returned to its normal state. "Look guys. I'm sorry. I should've told you before but I guess I was afraid. But it's kinda too late now." He looked outside the window. We were pulling into one of the ten driveways of a humongous mansion.
Grover looked at us and attempted a smile. It looked more like a grimace. "We're here."
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So... like it?
We know it's not much but it's just Chapter 1
The rest will be longer.
Promise.
So until next week!
The Girl There Reading
SwimDanceMusicRead Jazz
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