welcome to the camp half-blood show!
there was a red velvet curtain on the stage. as it opened up, you would probably expect some sort of fancy magician or something like that posing. instead there were a bunch of teen-aged kids running around, dusting things up and barking orders at each other. the weird thing is they all looked like super models. the stage was spotless, but they kept running the vacuum.
a girl with blue eyes and spiky black hair stormed, literally, on to the stage.
"DREW!" she was pulling her super-death-stare-of-pinecone-face look. I'm not calling it a death stare for no reason, folks. "I THINK YOU'RE DONE NOW!"
Drew, who was very intent on her work, cowered under her glare.
"But Thalia, hun, I haven't even done make-up yet." she stamered. Thalia dragged Drew off the stage by her ear when she heard the word 'make-up' come out of Drew's mouth. the audience could hear Thalia yelling things like, what the hell with you, Annabeth hates make-up, and why would you care, from back stage.