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Annabeth POV

Today was the day we got started. I've never been more excited yet nervous in my entire life. What I put out today reflects on my future tomorrow. I can't mess this up.

I got out of my bed, grabbed my clothes, and a towel, then proceeded to go take a shower.

When I finished taking my shower, I dried off and got dressed.

I wore a white top with a blue hoodie to go over it, maroon colored plants and black converses.

When I finished getting dressed, I walked over to the mirror, looked at my hair and decided to keep my hair down.

I walked out of the bathroom and noticed that Penny's door was wide open. I walked over to it and saw that she wasn't in there.

That's when I heard a knock on the window. I turned and saw Penny. I ran to the window and opened it.

Penny the stepped into the dorm room.

"Hey," said Penny.

"What were you doing?!" I asked her.

"I snuck out," said Penny.

"Why?" I asked.

"Reasons," said Penny.

"Okay then. Well, could please explain to me why you have spray bottles in your bag?" I asked pointing to her partly zipped bag.

"Uh...who wants breakfast?" Penny asked setting her bag down by the door and walking over to the kitchen.

"You're avoiding the subject," I said following her to the kitchen.

"What subject?" Penny said pulling out pancake mix.

"Penny," I said crossing my arms.

"I'm not avoiding anything," said Penny.

"Yes, you are," I said.

"No, I'm not," said Penny.

I raised my eyebrow at her.

"Okay, so maybe I am. Why does it matter?" Penny asked pulling out some eggs.

"Because you did something," I said.

"You don't know that," said Penny.

"Did you do something?" I asked her.

"I didn't do anything," said Penny.

"Then why can't you tell me?" I asked.

"There is no rule stating that I have to tell you everything," said Penny.

"Penny-" I said.

"No. I am not going to tell you. Now, how many pancakes do you want?" asked Penny.

"Two is fine. Thanks," I said walking out of the kitchen and giving up on the conversation.

I laid down on my bed and pulled out my phone. I soon decided to call my dad.

"Hey, Princess," said my dad.

"Hey," I said.

"How is the place?" asked my dad.

"The school looks incredible, hopefully, one day you'll see the inside. I also met some...interesting people as well. How is it back at the house?" I asked.

"It's quiet but it'll be fine. Have you gotten started yet?" my dad asked.

"We are actually taking care of that today I just thought I should call just to say hi," I said.

"Well, that's nice. Are you nervous?" asked my dad.

"It's only the first day of music composition. Whatever happens today will decide my whole future. Why would I be nervous?" I asked sarcastically.

I heard Penny snicker from the kitchen.

I rolled my eyes.

"Annabeth," said my dad.

"Okay. I am a little nervous and scared but somewhat excited. I mean, I got into college and I'm sitting in my dorm room right now, getting ready for the first day. Life is great so far," I said.

"What do you think life will throw at you today?" asked my dad.

"Honestly, I have no idea. But life always has a plan for me whether I like it or not," I said.

"Sometimes those plans are for the best and sometimes they are not," said my dad.

"What are you saying?" I asked confused.

"Look, I know that whenever I say this it upsets you but I don't think that this career path you are on is best for you," said my dad.

"What do you mean by that? You act like you know what's best for me," I said sitting up.

"Now, Annabeth, do not use that tone of voice with me," said my dad.

"What tone of voice? The one where I am defending my passion? Because if so, I will use it no matter what you say," I said.

"What I am trying to tell you is that this music thing is not going to work out," said my dad.

"Then what will? When it comes to you and my decisions nothing ever does," I said.

"Annabeth, what you are doing isn't right for you," said my dad.

"Oh, so it's wrong? What's so wrong with what I'm doing now?" I asked.

"Princess-" said my dad.

"If you are not supporting me then what are you doing?" I asked.

"Annabeth-" said my dad.

"You know what? I'm not dealing with this right now. I'll talk to you later," I said hanging up and tossing my phone on my pillow.

I ran my hands through my hair.

Why couldn't he realize that I like what I chose?

"Usually, I'm not one to judge but that was pretty bad. Do you want to talk about it?" Penny asked leaning against the door frame.

"No," I said bitterly.

"Okay. Well, if you're still hungry the food is ready," Penny walking back into the kitchen.

I walked over to the kitchen. I was met with blue pancakes and scrambled eggs.

"Are you trying to poison me?" I asked.

"What, the eggs? If you don't want them I'll happily eat them for you," said Penny.

"Yes, of course, the eggs are the problem," I said sarcastically.

"What's the issue?" asked Penny.

"The pancakes," I said.

"Are you not a fan of the color blue? Again, I'll happily eat them," said Penny.

"Why are they blue?" I asked her.

"Just to spice things up," said Penny.

"Are you sure they are not tainted?" I asked.

"It's just blue food dye. Relax," said Penny.

"I just don't think that they should be blue," I said.

"According to the genetic structure, men are supposed to be the ones wearing skirts yet here we are," said Penny.

"Point taken," I said as I sat down and began to eat my pancakes.

After a few minutes had passed by, I was done with my breakfast and ready to go.

"I'm going to walk to class. Are you coming with me?" I asked as I walked out of the kitchen and into my room to get my backpack.

"In a second. I have to clean out my bag," said Penny.

"Why?" I asked walking toward the door.

I heard Penny mumble something but I didn't quite catch what it was.

"What?" I asked.

"I'll be out in a second," Penny said ignoring the question.

"Fine," I said.

Penny then picked up her bag by the door and went into her room to clean her bag out.

As she went to go do this, I grabbed my phone and put it on vibrate while setting it in my bag.

I was planning on working on a song I'm writing and I wanted to have my phone for a time watch.

After what felt like 5 minutes had passed, we started walking to class.

"What floor do you have?" I asked her.

"Floor number 3. What about you?" she asked me.

"Floor number 5. I'm kind of surprised that they have the 5th floor," I said.

"That's not all of them," said Penny.

"What do you mean it's not?'' I asked.

"I mean if you walked far enough, you'd be on the 32nd," said Penny.

"Let's be glad we weren't assigned to that one," I said chuckling.

Penny rolled her eyes.

I looked over and saw that we were on my floor.

"Bye, Annabeth," said Penny.

"Bye," I said walking to class.

When I arrived there, I looked around and saw pictures of music pieces by Mozart, drawings of famous musicians, and a room off to the side labeled "Instruments."

This class seemed interesting.

I sat down in my seat and waited for class to begin.

I then saw a woman walk through the door. She had long brown hair that was in a bun, a black pantsuit, black reading glasses, and black heels.

"Hello, students I am your teacher, Mrs. Hall. Now, does anybody know what musical composition is?" asked my teacher.

I raised my hand.

"Yes, Annabeth?" my teacher asked me.

"Musical composition is the process of making or forming a piece of music by combining the parts, or elements of music," I said.

"Excellent. I am assuming that you all know of the grammar, the logic, and the rhetoric of music, correct?" asked Mrs. Hall.

Everyone nodded.

"Wonderful," said Mrs. Hall.

She then knocked everything off the board.

This caught everyone by surprise.

"Well, unlearn it because today, we shall be re-visiting the basics to not only know how to bring music to the mind but become a musically minded person. Everybody understand?" asked Mrs. Hall.

The class nodded once again.

"It is very important to know what you are doing. What career path will you be taking once you get this degree?" asked Mrs. Hall.

A few people in the class, including me, raised their hands.

"Andrew," said Mrs. Hall.

"I want to manage the sound recording and production of a band or performer's music," said Andrew.

"Splendid. Emma," said Mrs. Hall.

"I want to compose music specifically to accompany a film using various styles of music. It's always been something I was interested in," said Emma.

"Delightful," said Mrs. Hall.

Mrs. Hall called on a few other people and their answers were so unique and original. All I wanted to be was a songwriter and it was a classic!

But I might as well stick with what I had before. It's not like I could change my decisions in a matter of seconds.

After what felt like forever, Mrs. Hall called on me.

"Annabeth," said Mrs. Hall.

"I want to be a songwriter. People like Micheal Jackson, Whitney Houston, Aretha Franklin and Elvis Presley have been remembered for a long time. I just want to become one of those people," I said hesitantly.

"Wonderful, but what needs to happen before you can achieve these goals of yours?" asked Mrs. Hall.

"You have to get your degree?" asked Emma.

"You're on the right track. Does anyone know the answer?" asked Mrs. Hall.

No one said anything.

"We eventually have to compose something before we can think 4 years ahead. In order to do so, we need to go through 9 steps," Said Mrs. Hall.

"What might those steps be?" I asked.

"I'm glad you asked, Annabeth," said Mrs. Hall.

She then picked up the chalk on the chalkboard and proceeded to write "Step One: Just beginning."

"You all need to realize that you are just starting out. There is no need to place such a heavy burden on yourself just because of famous people being at the top. They started out small, as will you," said Mrs. Hall.

She then proceeded to pick up the chalk and write ''Step Two: Preparation."

"I suggest that you listen to some of your favorite pieces and ask yourself questions that you will take note on to use later, " said Mrs. Hall.

She picked up the chalk and wrote "Step Three: Style."

"Decide on the style you desire to write such as jazz or classic and a corresponding mood, tempo, and instrumentation," said Mrs. Hall.

Mrs. Hall proceeded to go through all of the following steps. This included:

- Form

- Create Your Ideas

- Musical Motif

- Alter Motif

- Contrasting Section

- Bring it all together

"Now that you have all of the proper notes I recommend using them every time you compose a piece of music," said Mrs. Hall.

Someone then raised their hand.

"Yes, Madison?" asked Mrs. Hall.

"Will we be provided with essentials?" asked Madison.

"Everything that you might need such as keyboards, guitars, or even a microphone is in this room," she said as she pointed to the room labeled "Instruments."

She continued.

"But, you will also be provided with a studio. When we start composing, I will have designated schedule for you whenever you decided to record," said Mrs. Hall.

Another person raised their hand.

"Carter?" asked Mrs. Hall.

"Are we going to have a certain time to come get our supplies?" asked Carter.

"Later today you will get called come and get your supplies. Any more questions?" asked Mrs. Hall.

Everyone shook their heads.

"In a couple of weeks, we will get started so I recommend that you work with whatever you brought with you to get a feel for what we will be doing later in the semester. As for right now, you are free to leave," said Mrs. Hall.

I picked up my bag and walked out of the classroom along with everyone else. I then started towards the main lounge room to work a little bit on my writing.

When I got there, I sat down at a table and started working on a song called "Pheonix."

My inspiration for this song was "Beautiful" by Christina Aguilera. The song was about loving yourself and not letting what people say put you down.

I wanted to do something similar except a little softer.

What I was looking for was a pop sounding song but a soulful and rhythmic feeling to it.

Based upon a boost of confidence or stepping out of your shadow all the while, being a better person than you were yesterday.

Something that will mean being shy or hiding away and would lead to a boost of confidence.

Maybe:

Why you hanging in the background

Tomorrow is a new day so if the person is better than the person yesterday then it's a new person. Something new is also something that's state-of-the-art.

Art...

Art...paint...paintings!

Like a painting that's been turned 'round

And for the fill-in:

Come on, come on, come on, come on

Come on, come on, come on, come on

The person is shy or introverted opposed to loud and bold. Shy meaning quiet or not speaking up.

Possibly:

Why you humming with your mouth shut

Again, loud and bold opposed to shy. The definition of bold is: confident and courageous.

Who is confident and courageous? People who are on top or remembered.

Remembrance...

Aretha Franklin!

It's like Aretha singing back up

Fill-In:

Come on, come on, come on, come on

The definition of confidence is: the state of feeling certain. Certain could also mean knowing of what you're doing.

You know the words go write your song

Now comes the stepping out of the shadow.

Make it loud

It's your time now

Can you feel it now?

The chorus going strong.

You got the heart of a phoenix

So let them see you rise, hey-ey-ey, hey-ey-ey

Let them know that you mean it

Let them see you rise, hey-ey-ey, hey-ey-ey

Last but not least: Bring It All Together.

Why you hanging in the background

Like a painting that's been turned 'round

Come on, come on, come on, come on

Come on, come on, come on, come on

Why you humming with the mashup

It's like Aretha singing back up

Come on, come on, come on, come on

You know the words go write the song

Make it loud

It's your time now

Can you feel it now?

You got the heart of a phoenix

So let them see you rise, hey-ey-ey, hey-ey-ey

Let them know that you mean it

Let them see you rise, hey-ey-ey, hey-ey-ey

After I had gotten done writing, I picked up my phone and looked at the time. I've been here for about an hour so I decided to head back to me and Penny's dorm.

As I put my things in my bag I heard a voice on the intercom say: "All students who major in musical composition, please come and get your supplies."

I got up out of my seat and went to go get the items that I will need.

When I arrived at the room, I decided to get a microphone for recording, a laptop for music production, a violin because I didn't own one, and a launchpad for extra sounds.

I made my way to my dorm room and realized that my keys were inside.

That's when I heard shuffling from the other side of the door.

"Penny, are you in there?" I asked aloud.

"Yes," said Penny.

"Could you open the door? My hands are full and my arms hurt" I said.

"Oh, yea sure," said Penny.

I then heard Penny hurry towards the door.

She opened it and immediately took the items from my hands and set them on my bed.

"Thank you but you didn't have to do that," I said walking in and closing the door behind me.

"It was nothing. Plus, I didn't want to you to be in any more pain than what you were already in," said Penny.

I set my bag down beside my things and started to take out my notebook.

"How was your first day?" I asked.

"It was okay. In photography, our assignment was to create something attention catching and take a picture of it. It's a lot more work than what I had thought it would be," Penny said leaning against the door of our dorm.

I chuckled.

"I bet it was. What about your film class?" I asked walking towards my closet and getting my guitar out.

"It was definitely something no one had expected," said Penny.

"What might that be?" I asked.

"Recording yourself and surroundings," said Penny.

"What?" I asked surprised.

"I was as surprised as you are. Apparently, doing this will help us build a working connection with all aspects of filming. Anyway, how was your day?" Penny asked while walking into her room.

"It was okay. We didn't get into the composing part we just took some notes on composing," I said.

"What about the stuff that you brought with you?" Penny asked walking out of her room with her bag.

"Oh, my teacher said that she wanted us to get a feel for what we will be doing later on in the semester," I said.

"That's cool, I guess," said Penny.

Penny then looked at her phone.

"I got to go," Penny.

"Where to?" I asked.

"Places. See you later," Penny said walking out.

"Bye, Penny," I said.

I was still curious about what she actually did, or where she went, but I decided to not worry about it so much. I've only known this girl for two days and yet I'm already on her tail.

I've got more important things to worry about like college or the situation with me and my dad. Penny is just a girl.

Just a girl.

AN: Hello there, Lovers Of Imagination! I hope you liked this chapter. Please review my stories, this will help me become a better writer. Thank you for reading. Bye!

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All of the musical composition information that is displayed is from this website:

1.) https/how-to-compose-music-101

2.) http/exploring-music/features/practical-guides/a-beginners-guide-to-composing/

The information I used to make Annabeth's thought process for Pheonix:

1.) https/article/2016/05/12/olivia-holt-phoenix-debut-single/21376276/

Penny's Assignment from Film Class:1.) /filmmaking-project-ideas/All Rights Reserved to Olivia Holt for the song Pheonix.