Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've been super busy!
Disclaimer: I don't own the song "A Trophy Father's Trophy Son". That belongs to the band Sleeping with Sirens. I also don't own the song "Lullabies" because the band All Time Low owns that. And "Wasting Away" is a Tonight Alive song.
So yeah, I don't own anything.
Chapter 2:
Percy:
As we drive to the venue, I strum angrily on my guitar. I sink into the blue couch and try and think of any inspiration I can get for a song. All the songs I've written so far seem cheesy and bland. If I'm going to make it in the life of fame, I need a song that people will remember.
"Have you thought of anything yet?" Thalia asks me as she takes a seat next to me.
"Nope," I sigh. "You're lucky you don't sing."
"I wouldn't really consider it luck," she looks down. "It's more of force. Nico gets a visit from his dad, offering all three of us a record deal. Then he visits again because of Bianca's death and he went to that interview with Nico… All I got was a terribly worded email from my dad saying that if we're going to become famous, I'm not allowed to sing. He said two boy singers would be better for our 'image'. And that it's 'too hard' for me or something like that."
"What image?" I demand. "We're not even famous yet! The only reason why the press wanted to know about this is because of our free concert tonight! The concert in the mall is just a test to see if people will like our music!"
"He's psychotic, which is why he isn't letting me sing!" Thalia complains.
"You might not get to sing, but at least your dad tried to make contact with you." I snap as I strum my guitar harder and more aggressively.
"Still nothing?" she asks, concern coating her words.
"After seven years you'd think he'd say something," I mutter.
"Clearly he's an awful man," she crosses her arms. "No offense."
"I kind of miss him though," I admit. "We always had so much fun together when I was a kid."
"Well, people change, I guess."
"Guess so," I sigh as I try and focus my attention back to a song.
"Hey, I've got an idea," Thalia grins.
"What?" I give her a weird look. "I learned never to trust your ideas. They always end badly." On numerous occasions, Thalia has come up with these weird plans. Most of them are to make money, but they're crazy weird sometimes. Like once she made me and Nico wonder around Central Park for hours, speaking in weird accents, in order to get money. People laughed and threw things at us. Like I said before, her plans always end badly. Oh, and we didn't even get any cash from it! All we got was dirty button. Who needs a dirty button?
"Well, what if this was kind of like a rebellion?" she smirks.
"What do you mean?" I raise an eyebrow at her, instantly interested.
"Well, what if I do sing at this concert?" Thalia explains. "What do you think our dad's would do?"
"Probably get really mad and disown us!" I suggest.
"Or maybe they'd just get really mad then realize how good of a singer I am and then let me sing!" she corrects me.
"I don't know…" I think about it. "It seems risky."
"Isn't that what teenage years are supposed to be?" she questions. "Risky? I'm sixteen, you're fifteen, and Nico is fourteen… We need a bit of risk in our lives."
"Thalia, honey, you're forgetting we've risked our whole lives. We've risked when we used to have to steal food, we risked when we had to live in subway stations. Thalia, right now we're risking the chance of fame or not. Even breathing is risking," I explain.
"But Percy, this could change everything! Don't you see that? If we accomplish this, we could be at the prime of our careers, even though we just started! We could be so rich that we could give some of our money to the poor, like we were. Don't you see?" Thalia convinces.
"Fine," I give in. "But if we're doing this, we're going to do it my way."
Stepping onto the mall stage, I smile. It feels like I'm meant to be here. Like it's my destiny or something. Or maybe fate. Because fate is set in stone and is definitely going to happen. However, after this performance, I'm not sure how set in stone my music career is going to be… Especially since my dad owns the record label I'm signed to.
"Hi everyone!" I say into the microphone to the crowd of about twenty people. Wow. I'm so popular. "I'm Percy Jackson, that's my cousin Nico di Angelo, and that's my other cousin Thalia! And we're in a band called The Sirens!"(A/N: I purposely didn't put Thalia's last name because in the book she said she doesn't like to use it.)
Some people cheer, others don't. Once again, so popular. "Before we begin," Thalia says. "We'd like to thank our dad's, who aren't here with us now, but it would mean so much to us and them if you guys recorded our performance and then posted it online. It would really help them out!"
One guy takes out his video camera, and I assume he begins to record. What else would he do with a video camera? "So," I move on. "We're going to start now!" Turning to Thalia and Nico, I inform them, "I'll sing first, then Nico, and then Thalia."
"Got it," Thalia grins.
I turn back to the audience. "Before I begin, I'd like to say what this song is about. Seven years ago, my father, along with Nico's and Thalia's, left us. With no clue where they were going or when they were coming back, we had to struggle to survive. Nico was seven, I was eight, and Thalia was nine. What were such young children to do? It's kind of crazy how things happen because somehow, we're here today, and we're signed to a record deal that our dad's own. As much as I hate my dad for leaving me, and not contacting me throughout these years unlike my uncles did to my cousins, I somehow miss him. I don't know whether it's a bond that we always had or maybe it's the fact that I might have done something to make him leave. Whether it is either, or neither, this song goes out to my dad. It's been seven years, dad, and I'm still trying to deal with the pain. I don't understand this. I don't understand you." I begin to play my guitar and Thalia strums her bass and Nico bangs on his drums.
"A Trophy Father's Trophy Son"
(Originally by the band Sleeping with Sirens, but in this story, it's by Percy. All rights go to the original artists!)
Father, father, tell me where have you been?
Its been hell not having you here
I've been missing you so bad
And you don't seem to care
When I go to sleep at night, you're not there
When I go to sleep at night, do you care?
Do you even miss us?
Your bottle's your mistress
I need to know, I need to know
Why are you walking away?
Was it something I did?
Did I make a mistake cause
I'm trying to deal with the pain
I don't understand this, is this how it is?
I will try to understand
Father, father, tell me where are you now?
Its been hell not having you
Last thing I heard, you were fed up, you're skipping town
With no note telling where
When I go to sleep at night, you're not there
When I go to sleep at night, do you care?
I need to know, I need to know
Why are you walking away?
Was it something I did?
Did I make a mistake cause
I'm trying to deal with the pain
I don't understand this, is this how it is?
Why are you running away?
I don't understand this, is this how it is?
Why are you running away?
Tell me please, tell me please, I need to know
Is this what you call a family?
Is this what you call a family?
Is this what you call a family?
Is this what you call a family?
Spent seven years wishing that you'd drop the line
But I carry the thought along with you in my mind
But is this what you call a family?
Is this what you call a family?
Family!
Why are you walking away?
Was it something I did?
Did I make a mistake cause
I'm trying to deal with the pain
I don't understand this, is this how it is?
Why are you running away?
I don't understand this, is this how it is?
Why are you running away?
Tell me please, tell me please, I need to know
Is this what you call a family?
Is this what you call a family?
Is this what you call a family?
Is this what you call a family?
A lot of people cheer and more people circle around us. I can't help but feel flattered that people like our music. Well, my music. I just hope Nico doesn't scare them off with creepy or depressed music… He refused to tell us what this song was about. He only gave Thalia and I the music for it. And quite frankly, I'm scared of what he'll say. His actions can make or break our future career.
"Hi," Nico says as he walks up to the microphone. "I'm Nico, as Percy previously stated. I'm going to sing you all a song now called Lullabies. This song is about someone who I really cared about passing on. It really upsets me that she's gone. Without her, I feel like I'm missing my other half. She was my older sister by one year, but probably the best friend anyone could ever ask for. I made a mistake, and that's why I lost her. We got into an argument just yesterday and she stormed out of our apartment building in Manhattan. The next thing I know, I got a call from the police saying she's dead. A car hit her and didn't even have the decency to stop. Bianca, this song goes out to you." Nico chokes on his words and I'm pretty sure he's tearing up, or maybe even crying. But I don't ask him about it. He'd be so embarrassed that he'd probably storm off the mini stage and sit on the tour bus for hours.
The song starts off as acoustic before changing into more of our style of many instruments.
"Lullabies"
(Again, originally this song is by the band All Time Low. They own all the rights to it. But in this story, Nico wrote it.)
Make it a sweet, sweet goodbye -
it could be for the last time and it's not right.
"Don't let yourself get in over your head," he said.
Alone and far from home we'll find you...
Dead - Like a candle you burned out;
spill the wax over the spaces left in place of angry words.
Scream - To be heard, like you needed any more attention;
throw the bottle, break the door, and disappear.
Sing me to sleep, I'll see you in my dreams,
waiting to say, "I miss you. I'm so sorry."
Forever's never seemed so long as when you're not around
it's like a piece of me is missing.
I could have learned so much from you but what's left now?
Don't you realize you shot this family a world of pain?
Can't you see there should have been a happy ending we let go?
Sing me to sleep, I'll see you in my dreams,
waiting to say, "I miss you. I'm so sorry."
Sing me to sleep.
Sing me to sleep.
Sing me to sleep.
Sing me to s...
Sing me to sleep (You've taken so much with you...)
I'll see you in my dreams, (But left the worst with me...),
waiting to say, "I miss you. I'm so sorry."
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Honestly, I'm shocked that Nico could write something that deep. I know he always carries around a little leather bound journal where he writes really depressing things in, but I didn't expect it would come out like that. Wow, just wow.
"And for our final selection tonight," Thalia steps up to the microphone. "I'd like to sing. Its a little song called Wasting Away, and it's for my dad. However, my dad and I have different problems then Percy and my uncle. In fact, my dad is contacted me a few times, but is trying to refuse to let me sing. He claims it's too hard and that it will mess up our band's image. But at this point, I don't even care what he says anymore. This is my life, and I'm going to live it how I want." Thalia then begins to sing as we play our instruments.
"Wasting Away"
(This song is origionally by the band Tonight Alive, but in this story, it's written by Thalia. ALL RIGHTS GO TO TONIGHT ALIVE AND THEIR AMAZINGNESS.)
And so the sky becomes a dream,
I never dreamt because I'm just too busy
waiting for nothing and wasting away
Don't tell me it's too hard, you were never there from the start
I'm not about to give this up, giving up was never enough (no)
And so the sky becomes a dream,
I never dreamt because I'm just too busy
waiting for nothing and wasting away
And so the sky it watched my dreams,
fall to pieces right in front of me
Cause I'm just too busy waiting for nothing
and wasting away
and I never wished for anything more, than to find what I've been looking for
and I swore to myself I wouldn't lie to myself, how could I let this happen?
so I pull myself aside, take the time to tell myself it's alright,
Cause you weren't there to dry my eyes
And so the sky becomes a dream,
I never dreamt because I'm just too busy
waiting for nothing and wasting away
And so the sky it watched my dreams,
fall to pieces right in front of me
Cause I'm just too busy waiting for nothing
and wasting away
And so the sky becomes a dream,
I never dreamt because I'm just too busy
waiting for nothing and wasting away
And so the sky it watched my dreams,
fall to pieces right in front of me
Cause I'm just too busy waiting for nothing
and wasting away
By this point, we have a large amount of people surrounding us, which is good, I guess. But I guess we'll just have to wait to hear what our father's say about this. You know, if my dad finally decides to talk to me. I doubt it though. At this point, my hopes for him ever saying anything to me again are slim to none. And maybe it's better that way. I'd rather live my whole life knowing my dad hates me then him secretly thinking it. It's like the truth verses getting lied to your whole life. The truth might hurt, but at least it makes things clear.
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