WARNING: AU AND CONTAINS OOC'S!

If you don't like OOCs, this is not your story. But you can read it anyways :)

This has been sitting around on my phone for a long time now. I finally got around to putting it in the computer, so I thought I'd put it up just for kicks.

Anyways, welcome to Shine On! This is a complete AU, no demigods or gods whatsoever. I thought it would be fun to see Thalia as an international star, since there are very little stories about her and she's probably my favorite character.

There will be many OOCs, although I try to keep them to a minimum. A few of the main characters are OOCs, and there'll probably be some extras here and there. Since I'm creating this world, I tried to fill in some gaps that I saw to make everyone more in character. Many of the OOCs will be introduced quite early into the story. So just read, and see if you like. Hope you enjoy, and sorry in advance for any grammatical errors and that stuff.

Also, there will probably be many POV switches, so I hope that doesn't throw you off.

Thalia's POV

"And do you guys have any new stuff coming out?"

"Actually yeah, our new album is gonna be released pretty soon." My best friend Mikoto Akiyama replied.

I grinned excitedly and shot a glance at her. She grinned back at me and turned back to the interviewer.

"Really? And what's it called?" He asked.

"It's called Liar Liar." Mikoto said, and proceeded to explain about the writing process and whatnot.

Being an internationally famous singer isn't that easy, to be honest. It's a lot of work, pretty stressful for our teenage minds at times, frustrating, and just difficult sometimes. But it has its perks too.

I came back to earth just as the interviewer said "Well its been wonderful to have you two ladies here with us, have a good night ladies and gents!" and we walked offstage.

"That was stupid." Mikoto muttered under her breath as we speed walked to the back exit followed by a squad of security guards and yet more in the front. I snickered and we continued down the long corridor when we finally reached the door.

The guards held the doors open and we ran straight to the shiny black Mercedes Benz limo and leapt in the backseat. I vaguely saw the guards getting into their big black vans and trailing the us.

"So how was it?" our manager/ bffle Hermes asked, taking off his aviators. He was sitting across from us eating a bag of Lays potato chips.

"Boring." Mikoto stated bluntly. I nodded in agreement, taking a swig from my water.

Hermes chuckled lightly. "Well at least you got paid yeah?"

I grinned. "I guess. It's just really repetitive."

Hermes grinned sympathetically. "I hear ya."

Yes, I am THE Thalia Grace and sitting right next to me is THE Mikoto Akiyama.

It's been a long day for us. Interviews, photo shoots, signings, and more interviews. More than usual since we just released a new single from our new album, Liar Liar, which should be out in a week or so. Hopefully things'll calm down soon.

I sighed wearily and looked to my left. My partner in crime/ best friend was staring out the dark tinted window into the street lit darkness. Her green earbuds were in, no doubt on a very high level.

I turned and fell asleep.

"Hey! Wake up!"

I groaned and cracked my back. "What?"

"We're there." Mikoto said blandly. I sat up and rolled out of the car lazily, grabbing on to her for support.

"Wake up! And let go of my arm for God's sake!" Mikoto grumbled.

Not letting go of her arm, we dragged our exhausted selves in the large house we shared.

Yeah, Hermes bought us a house.

More like a mansion if you ask me.

With an indoor swimming pool, (hot tub and jacuzzi included) mini movie theatre for eight (3D and plush seats included) 2 painfully expensive crystal chandeliers, tons of rooms, a huge kitchen, a gaming room (Mikoto likes Black Ops and Halo, and all that) connected to a teenage lounge (for children like us) with stuff like foozball, pool, (billiards, whatever) ping pong, all that, and a mini studio for home working days that we can't go to the real studio.

It's really nice.

We have a spare apartment in some big fancy building (whose name I can never pronounce) just in case.

And another house in New York.

Hermes insisted… seriously though!

Anyways, we dragged ourselves through the large double doors and stumbled up the stairs into Mikoto's room and passed out, her on her bed, and me on the floor.