A/N: Needed to inspire myself to move past procrastination and finish the rest of my updating. Music was my favorite solution : ). Please read and review!

Metamorphosis by Hilary Duff

Luke

He could feel the stretch to his skin, the burn to his lungs. His whole past, crumbling down to sand. Barely sand, even. Sand that had been tread to many times, it appeared to be a filthy, abhorrent muck.

It didn't feel real. The way his back felt full of air, inflated by the power that now gushed through his veins.

Kronos seized his legs, pulling him in and out of rooms. Up and down with the sword. His eyes fluttering between golden and blue, sanity and this twisted crisis of identity.

Rosie from "Bye Bye Birdie"

GroverThalia

"It makes sense you know," he said, as she held him close. They were dancing.

"What does?" she asked.

"You and me. You were a tree –"

Her laughter cut him off.

"And I'm a Satyr," he continued, a little softer.

She continued to laugh, shaking her head. "Oh Grover, you can't date people just because of something like that. If you did, then we'd probably end up like the gods."

Staring at her dark hair and bright eyes, he wanted to ignore it. Really though, she had a point. The gods were always picking their dates based on semantics.

The Middle by Jimmie Eat World

Demigods, Percabeth

They were the worst possible race, really. Children of the most powerful beings in the universe. Larger than the life of mortals, but far too insignificant to be inducted into Olympus. Stuck. Caught in the shaft between the great and the mundane.

Percy thought this over, realizing it as the Stoll brothers pelted the rest of them with spitballs. Luke hadn't been so alone, in his thoughts of vengeance long ago. Things were not so easy.

But with Annabeth under his arm, and his friends buzzing around him, Percy found he couldn't care.

Grand Old Ivy from "How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying"

PaulSally

"Are you sure I'm going to fit in?" Sally asked. She felt like such a schoolgirl, but it was not an unreasonable question. Paul's friends were academics.

"You'll fit in fine," he said, kissing her cheeks. "I love you, and they will too."

She highly doubted that, but perhaps he was right that she would survive. After all, if she could make her place with a god, she could certainly do it with a crowd of uptight New Yorkers.

December 1963 (What a Night) from "Jersey Boys"

ChrisClarisse

What a night.

A wedding (Percy and Annabeth's), and a baby shower (Grover and Juniper's).

Clarisse silently clutched Chris's hand, praying it could all be over. This was all nice, and she felt happy for her friends, but she couldn't help and feel that it was hard to enjoy. After all, didn't they always get the spotlight?

But there they were, watching Grover give the best man speech, when Chris suddenly knelt. He pulled out a velvet box, blush brushing his cheeks as he smiled up at her.

"Will you marry me?"

Clarisse gave a gasp, her chest fluttering more than it ever had in her life. She nodded, too breathless to utter a reply in words. What a night indeed.