The weapon of the gods

The first night I awoke the sky was bright with stars. I knew without even trying it was three in the morning of August twenty first in the year 2010. Such a long time it had been since my mother had been among these people. I was older than I should have been normally. "I am the age of sixteen summers" I told myself. My clothes were a blue shirt that had no sleeves, short pants called jeans and some odd shoe that was held together by pieces of cloth and string. I asked the Gods for guidance and set out, walking east towards a place I heard in my mind called New York City.

By four hours after noon I was in the center of the city and I was ready to beg the strangers on the street for food. After searching several streets for a place with free food I saw a sign that puzzled me. I looked it over and it read: sing with a partner and get an amazing crowd rating and your meal is free! I didn't know where I would find a partner but perhaps there would be one inside of the cafeteria.

Sitting around a short raised stage was about twelve boys and girls of the age twenty. I was aproched by a short balding man who while obveusly sensing I didn't have a way of paying appeared glad to see me. "Good evening miss, might I venture a guess that you would like to try your luck at our sing for your meal ticket, eh?" a twinkle sparkled in his eye.

"Yes sir, but I am afraid I do not have a partner or way of obtaining one." I told him shyly.

"That will not be a problem. I believe that I know the perfect song for you to do and one to do it with. Brandon my boy, come here will you?" He waved over a blonde and tanned boy who looked like a son of Apollo, but I couldn't say that since most mortals will just stare at you. Some odd thing with their forgetting of the gods. "Brandon I need you to do a duet with the young miss here, ahh?" he looked at me.

"Mera, that is my name." I don't know where the name came from, but it fit well.

"Good, Good. All right here is the piece. Brandon make sure the two of you work on it and be ready with costumes in an hour. "The old man walked away smiling like he knew something we didn't.

Promptly at five o'clock the two of us walked onto the stage to be greeted by a large audience. Brandon sat at the piano in a classic black suit while I sat upon the piano in a sparkly long red dress. The owner introduced us and told the audience the name of our piece, On a Slow Boat to China.

Brandon began playing and after a few moments I began to sing:

"On A Slow Boat To China"
(feat. Barry Manilow)
(the parts are sang at almost the same time)

.com/watch?v=28kYAWdE8F4 listen to the song here.
[Bette:] "Hey, nice piano playin', Manilla."
[Barry:] "Thank you, Miss M."
[Bette:] "Whatcha doin' these days?"
[Barry:] "Makin' records."
[Bette:] "Really?"
[Barry:] "Yes, really."
[Bette:] "Do you still play piano for people?"
[Barry:] "Well, depends on who."

[Bette:] Hmmm, I'm gonna get you
on a slow boat to China,
all to myself alone;
Get you and keep you in my arms evermore;
Leave all the others
waitin' on a faraway shore.

[Bette & Barry:] Out on the briny
where the moon's big and shiny,
melting your heart of stone.
I'm gonna get you
on a slow boat to China,
all to myself alone.

[Barry:] "Bette, I didn't know you felt that way about me."
[Bette:] "I don't. I need a piano player."
[Barry:] "Ahh, just like the old days!"
[Bette:] "You're not gonna change keys on me, are ya?"
[Barry:] "Unh Huh."
[Bette:] "Ohhh!"

[Bette:] I'm gonna get you
[Barry:] You're never gonna get me.
[Bette:] on a slow boat to China
[Barry:] Not in a fast or slow boat to any crick.
[Bette:] all to myself alone;
[Barry:] I just get motion sick
[Bette:] I'm gonna make you mine.
[Barry:] Ha, you'll have to stand in line.
[Bette:] Get you and keep you in my band evermore;(at this point I ripped of my dress to reveal a short and sparkly black dress)
[Barry:] Now there's a new attack.
[Bette:] Leave all the others on the shore.
[Barry:] For me they'd swim to China, to China and back.

[Bette:] Out on the briny
[Barry:] I wouldn't like the ocean,
[Bette:] where the moon's big and shiny,
[Barry:] not even in a rowboat.
[Bette:] melting your heart of stone.
Come on, what do you say?
[Barry:] Ha ha, you always get your way.
[Bette & Barry:] I'm gonna get you
on a slow boat to China,
all to myself alone, to-ge-ther.
All to myself alone!(we twirled across the stage with me in his arms)

Half an hour later I decided to ask him straight forwardly if his dad was Apollo. I wasn't much surprised when he said yes, but when he took me into a camp of half-blood's I was amazed.