YOU-TUBE, ME-TUBE, AND PERCY-TUBE: Chapter 2~ Hello NYC!
PREVIOUSLY ON YOU-TUBE, ME-TUBE, AND PERCY-TUBE: (Percy's POV)
New York City... Here I come.
THALIA's POV:
Man... Annabeth never told me she was that good at singing. She never sings, so I just assumed she wasn't very good. But wow... I posted it 3 hours ago, and there's 7,361 likes, and 1 dislike, from some jealous bi- atch. I promised Annabeth I'd tone my swearing down... Wow... Wait. Is that the Percy Jackson's user name I see?
PercyJacksonVEVO? Isn't that him? I think so. How should I tell Annabeth, with out getting killed... Aw, screw that! Sh- CRAP!
PERCY'S POV:
After watching at least half of the 18,093,472 you-tube videos - all topics on me, I fell asleep, MAC on my lap. Although some of the other videos I saw were okay, none of them compared to Miss Athena's Child- The Smartest of them all. That girl had major talent.
Currently, it's 6:15, Californian time, and the plane leaves at 9:45. Nico, Grover, and I were staying in NYC for 2 months- quite a bit from home- not that I cared. I was actually pretty excited to go back to my home town of Brooklyn, New York, New York, and visit my mom. Mmm... I can already taste the blue chocolate chip cookies. Paradise in my mouth, I tell ya. Heaven. On. Earth.
To be honest, visiting my mom isn't the only reason why I'm so hyped up to go to New York. I'll be away from... Rachel... It'll help take my mind off her. Gods, I miss her already, even if we "broke up". Did she miss me? Who's the lucky guy? Are we still friends? Probably not. I technically did cut her out of my life when I left her on the beach. Not only that, but I also cut out a piece of my heart.
"Hey Percy, you ready to par-tay in New York?" Nico asked.
"Yeah. I guess," I sighed.
"Man, you alright?" Grover wondered. "Are you air-sick, or whatever it's called?"
"Nah, I'm fine, guys," I huffed unconvincingly, even though that was only partially true. They didn't look convinced, but thankfully, the subject was abruptly dropped. Soon after that, I sunk into the leather seat of my private jet, and fell into a dream-filled slumber...
~PERCY'S DREAM LAND~
I slowly began lowering my head down to hers, closing my eyes, when hers did too. Closer, and closer. When only a millimeter away from her glossed lips, Rachel turned her head, so it was only a kiss on the cheek. Just the cheek.
She faced me, tears glistening in her eyes, and whispered, "I didn't know you felt that way, Perce. I'm-I'm sorry. But, I-I can't. I think I'm in love with someone else. I love you like a brother Percy, but not... not like that."
I set her down gently to the sand, and stared at her in shock. Who could she be in love with?
"It's not your fault, R.E.D., it's mine..."
"No, no, no, Percy, it isn't your fault. You're like my brother, and you didn't do anything wrong!" she said.
"No. It's my fault for ever thinking about falling in love with you. Good bye, Rachel Elizabeth Dare," I told her for the last time, heart cold of stone.
I left her on the beach, tears dripping down her face onto the sand. The day my heart broke.
*I relived that moment again, reoccurring in a nightmare. The moment I dreaded to see every time my head hit the pillow. The moment Rachel Elizabeth Dare, and my life separated into two different ones. Then, to my pleasure, the dream changed*
There she was. The honey-haired goddess. This time, instead of sitting on her bed, she was in my studio, in Los Angeles. We were singing a duet, her light, and sugary voice, harmonizing with my low, calming one. It was a song I hadn't recognized - certainly not my own.
This amazing girl smiled up into my gaze, as the song slowed to an end. Our eyes locked with one another, and the song gradually stopped. It was a beautiful ending, compared to the attempted duets I had tried singing with Rachel. She had no vocal talent, what-so-ever - only art skills.
~REALITY~
This was an amazing dream, compared to the previous one. The only problem was, what did this goddess' face look like? Ugly? Pretty? Fake? I don't know. Did she wear glasses? Have blue eyes? Brown? I DON'T KNOW! But no matter what, I am determined to find this mystery girl.
ANNABETH's POV:
My shift at 230-Fifth wasn't that bad last night. I met a couple of famous people, and got a lot of tips and compliments. I work in the garden section at the top, and when it's raining, I get the day off. Last night was a beautiful day. Cloudless skies, bright moon, illuminating the heavens with a warm, faint glow. A story setting moment.
Imagine, somewhere, in another place, another man and woman become engaged. To think, that it may be me one day. That is, after I finish college and become an architect. But someday, in the near future.
...
The door opened.
Some one walked in.
"ANNIE!" they sang, at the top of their lungs.
That would be Thalia.
"Annabeth? Are you here?"
And that would be Luke, her boyfriend, aka my brother.
"Hey guys, what's up?" I asked, appearing from my room of my apartment.
"Guess what?" Thalia gushed. One moment please... Thalia. Does. Not. Gush. Only when she's extremely excited. Which really, now that I think about it, was never.
"Uh, what?"
"Luke's taking me out to dinner... to 230-Fifth! And you are going to be our waitress!"
"That's great! Wait, what? I can't serve you, I have other people to serve! My schedule's already full with reservations, and none of them is under your, or Luke's name. Well there is a Jason Grace... Wait, isn't that your brother? Wow. I can't believe I didn't realize that. You put a reservation under you brother's name..." I realized.
"I know! Your brother's so sweet!" Luke looked down sheepishly.
"I have to go now... A new CD of one of my favorite bands is coming out today, and I have to get in line. I only came to tell you the news, and drop this thick-head off. Bye Annie and Luke!" Thalia called out, then left.
"Hey, uh, Annabeth," Luke asked me a bit hesitantly.
"Are you alright Luke?" I asked.
"... No. I... I think I have to b-break up with Thalia," he said, exhaling deeply.
"Why?" I asked shocked, "You seem so happy together. Come on Luke, you even got her to gush. And Thalia Grace does not gush," I told him, trying to convince him to change his mind.
"I... I love her and everything, but it seems her family... doesn't like me. Like I'm making her life bad, and they don't want us together. Her mom hates me, after that one dinner... and her step-dad does too. She should have someone better for her, that her family approves of. Jason treats me like his brother, but I don't know if he acts like that for Thalia's sake. She and her family is better off with out me..."
"Luke...This is your call. If you really think breaking up with her, will leave not only her, but yourself, a better life, do it. But if you don't, don't. It's your call, okay?Just keep in mind, Thalia is going to be majorly pissed."
"Thanks Annie. I'll think about it."
"Then go! Go think about it somewhere else! I'm busy!" I said, shooing him out the door, even though I really wasn't.
Thalia is going to be so pissed at my brother... I thought, as I fell back on the couch, tired. I was about to fall asleep, when I felt my phone buzz from my back pocket.
Hello?
Hi Annabeth.
Hey Thals, did you get your CD yet?
Nope, still waiting in line.
Okay... So what's up with the sudden phone call?
Is it against the law to call my best friend and boy friend's sister?
Uh, no?
SEE? Anyways, can you do me a favor?
What did you do this time Thalia?
Gosh, blame the innocent girl!
Thalia... Everyone knows when you ask for a favor, you did something wrong.
Ruin my fun, okay!
What do you want?
Don't get all mad at me, and go all King Kong, like you did on Luke before, when he accidentally left all your blueprints outside in the rain.
I did not go all Godzilla!
King Kong.
Whatever, but I didn't.
Okay... So you promise?
Is it bad?
Uh, not to me. To you? Maybe... Not really though. Everyone likes it.
Okay... But what?
Are you at a computer?
Now I am.
Go to you-tube, and type in Percy Jackson's Grenade, performed by Athena's Child- The Smartest of them all
Thalia...
Bye Annie! I'll see you at 7!
*END CALL*
Y-o-u-t-u-b-e-.-c-o-m...
P-e-r-c-y- -J-a-c-k-s-o-n-'-s- -G-r-e-n-a-d-e-.- -P-e-r-f-o-r-m-e-d- -b-y- -A-t-h-e-n-a-'-s- -C-h-i-l-d- - -T-h-e- -S-m-a-r-t-e-s-t- -o-f- -t-h-e-m- -a-l-l
Thalia... I thought warningly... You are so in for it.
PERCY's POV:
The plane has landed sir, please exit now. Mr. Jackson? Mr. Jackson, are you awake? (A new voice) PERCY! Get the hell up and outa here!
Woah, what? I thought, as I flew up out of my comfortable seat of the plane.
"Nico..." I said, as alarms went off in my head... He began sprinting out through the doors of the plane, me not far behind him.
"Move people! There's a white terrorist chasing after me! Scram! And no, it's not Percy Jackson! Al Qaeda makes some good masks these days! And no, he's not after you. Just meee!" Nico yelled over his shoulder, as we raced through the airport.
"You... Are... So... Dead!" I growled lowly, and animalistic-ally. That was when I tackled him to the ground, in the middle of the airport, and began dragging him by the collar of his shirt back to the plane, while everyone gathered around and took pictures. One could imagine the news headlines tomorrow, throughout the streets of New York City:
Percy Jackson on a Manly Rampage, Dragging Poor, Defenseless Man Across the Airport Halls!
Or the News Reports:
Breaking News today, at 4:13 pm: Percy Jackson was seen in the airport of New York City, dragging along with him a defenseless man, Nico Di'Angelo. What has become of this teenage pop star? Why is he so mad? Tonight, at 8.
Either way, "poor, defenseless Nico Di'Angelo" was dead. Now how do I explain this to the press? I could beg... Nah, I'll make Nico do it, for making me go through all this trouble.
"Percy! What has happened to you? I was sitting in our hotel suite, watching some good ol' TV news, when your face comes blown up on the screen! Dragging Nico along! Do you even know what they said? It wasn't pretty. No one's going to want to come to your concert, after this! Perseus Jackson, you are going to make an announcement, clearing this up, and the Rachel incident, whether you like it or not. I already called NYBR, and you're going to have a segment clearing all these "accidents" up tonight, at 9! Do you understand?" Grover yelled.
"Yes, I understand, but believe me when I say, it was not MY FAULT! If Nico hadn't made me partially deaf, in the process of waking me up-"
"In his beauty sleep," Nico added when I glared at him,
"-I wouldn't have gone on a "manly rampage" at him!" I finished.
"That's not what the public saw, and you are going to say a pre-made and edited script, okay? That's final."
All I could do at this point, was glare at Nico's head, trying to drill holes in it, and fry what's left of his puny brain.
"And Nico's going to help you," Grover added.
"W-WHAT?"Nico spluttered, as I cracked up in my head.
"Yes Nico, you are going on NYBR and saying it was all a misunderstanding," I told him slowly, as if I were talking to a baby, and Grover nodded.
"Fine!" Nico screamed, and stalked off. What a drama queen.
"He didn't expect that coming," Grover whispered, then laughed lightly.
"No, he didn't..." I chuckled.
8:00 News. Oh look, there's me!
I was lounging in the suite, watching the 8:00 news, when my face appears across the screen, dragging Nico like a bad dog, by the collar. It was a pretty funny picture. Except for the fact that I'd have to be on NYBR in an hour, explaining this mess Nico got me into.
Breaking News today, at 4:13 pm: Percy Jackson was seen in the airport of New York City, dragging along with him a defenseless man, Nico Di'Angelo. What has become of this teenage pop star? Why is he so mad?
Hello NYC! This is Ned Freeman, bringing you behind the scenes of the most talked about incident today.
And I am Holly Webber, also here to show you Mr. Percy Jackson's "Manly Rampage".
Mr. Percy Jackson arrived, here in New York City, to prepare for the Times Square concert, later this month. First day back in NYC, his hometown, and problems have already arised.
Mr. Jackson was seen, hauling around his friend, the defenseless Nico Di'Angelo through the corridors of the airport (insert picture of me and Nico). Why? It's unknown.
And the worst part is, this uncalled for event has spread the rumors even more, about his, and Miss Rachel Elizabeth Dare- daughter of the most successful man on Earth's- break up.
Tune into NYBR, tonight at nine, to hear from Mr. Jackson himself, about these issues, he himself has created.
Have a good night, New York City.
8:30. 30 more minutes, until I appear on New York Broadcasting Radio with Nico. For now, I think I'll take a nap.
~30 minutes later~
"Percy! This is the second time I have to yell at you. within four hours! Wake up! Do you even hear me?" Grover yelled, although it was slightly muffled.
"Huh?" I asked drowsily.
"Get the heck up! You're supposed to be at NYBR studios right now! It's nine o'clock! Nico's going to get there before you, and he's always extra late!"
"It's only five minutes away..." I murmured.
"Aren't you a New Yorker? The streets are never empty, even at this time of the day! GET UP!"
Usually Grover is really chill, and quiet, but he can yell when he wants to.
"Five minutes..." I said through my pillow. I heard Grover sigh exasperatedly, as he pulled out his phone and dialed a number.
"Hi Mrs. Jackson...
...
"Okay, okay, I'll call you Sally, sorry. Sally, have you seen the 8 o'clock news today?
...
"Yeah, and you know how Percy's supposed to appear on NYBR tonight, five minutes ago?
...
"Well, the lazy slob you call your son - no offense - is still in bed, sleeping.
...
"You want me to put him on the phone?
...
"Okay... PERCY your mom wants to talk to you!"
I grabbed the phone from his outstretched hand, and said,
"Hey Mom."
"Hi Percy," she began, not in an angry tone, "GET THE HECK UP, OUT OF THAT HOTEL, AND PUT YOUR LAZY BUTT IN THE NYBR STUDIO NOW!" Scratch that. She was mad.
"But-" I began
"No 'but's'. Do it now, or you won't get any of your blue cookies when you visit." My eyes widened. No cookies?
"And I'll know if you get up, because your friend Grover'll tell me. Bye Percy! Love you!" And then the call ended. I have such a loving mother.
I scrambled out of my warm bed, fully clothed, grabbed a breath-mint, flattened my hair, and raced out the door, down the stairs. From the distance, I heard,
"Oh - laugh- that got him up and running, all right," Grover said.
"Good," Mom replied.
Traitors.
Hey New Yorkers, and the rest of the Nation. This is Percy Jackson, Live on NYBR.
Yeah, I'm here to explain the past few incidents that have occurred, mainly the one in the airport, here in New York, along with my good friend Nico Di'Angelo.
'Sup dogz.
Anyways... Before that, some things have to be cleared up.
All those rumors about Rachel Elizabeth Dare, and myself are completely inaccurate - stories made from the imaginations of the public mind. The real reason Rachel and I broke up... Well the real reason is, is that we didn't love each other.
Sure, we might of been soul mates, but that was more brotherly and sisterly. The truth is, we only loved each other as a brother and sister should. It was't natural to love your own sibling, and we couldn't continue our relationship like that.
The funny thing, is, now that I'm saying it to the public, the more true it becomes for me. Before, the Rachel part used to only apply to her. But now, I realized, I only loved her as a brother should, and never knew it. I was never around other girls - only her.
However, the incident today, was not a result of Rachel and my messy break-up. It was simply a misunderstanding. Nico and I never meant any harm to each other. Isn't that right, Nico?
Sure is Percy. Percy and I aren't enemies. We're actually really good buddies. He only was really grouchy, because I yelled in his ear a bit too much, when trying to wake him up on the plane. All those other comments I made were to try to calm him down through humor. He's a really heavy sleeper. I bet Percy could sleep soundly like a baby, even if an alien attack came-
*cough* That's enough Nico. Thank you, New York! We love you all!
I really have to talk to R.E.D.
