Well hello. First of all, I am so fucking sorry. I'm really fucking sorry. I really have no excuse or anything. I'm sorry for not updating. Second of all, I promised to update more frequently... And I'm going to (probably)! I will try to update at least once a month (not sure), and who knows(next time I update will be next year)? Maybe if I have enough time, I'll update twice a month (yeah right) ! But I'm not gonna promise updating twice a month, cause I can barely do once a month. Well, I'll stop blabbling now and continue on with the story! Yet again, thanks to WolfEffect for helping me as always and being the amazing friend he is! Please go check him out!

Disclaimer: Not owner of any of the songs, book, or tv show that is mentioned!

Percy POV

(Starts before the band performs)

When we entered the bar I immediately noticed that the bar was already crowded, even if it was only six at the moment which was quite early for a late night bar. I saw some people sitting in stools and on tables and I noticed that the place in front of the stage had no tables, meaning there was a huge, space and some people were already waiting in the front which surprised me. We weren't playing for another three hours, and there were already people waiting for us to play? That absolutely baffled me.

"Are they waiting for us?" I asked. I didn't believe it. There was no way that we had fans that were willing to wait for so long just to see us, Beck looked around, seeing one person holding a huge poster saying BLUE CHERRY COKE who was sitting down at a table. Another person who was sitting on a stool at the bar had a blue coke can painted on her cheek.

"I think so." Beck said, just as awed as me.

"No fucking way," Michael said.

"Impossible." Lee said.

We walked across the floor and noticed even more people with more things, like wearing customized shirts, holding flags, face paint, wearing customized hats, etc. A couple of people stopped us and asked for a few photos, or autographs, or a hug, and the feeling was just so damn amazing I couldn't believe that so many people liked us and how there eyes shined in a special way which made me feel so warm inside and I realized that we caused their eyes to shine and we caused them to be so happy and we inspired them and I think I've never been happier than those minutes of walking across the bar and meeting all of our fans, an indescribable feeling of knowing that these people look up to you, these people like your songs, they support us and it feels like I've finally accomplished something.

We were stopped by at least twenty people before we finally reached the door of the break/practice room, where we noticed a big star with the words Blue Cherry Coke in fancy lettering on it. "No way." Lee whispered. He opened the door to find Hermes sitting on the couch grinning like a cheshire cat.

"Boys!" He exclaimed excitedly. "You don't know how grateful I am for you to play here!" He sat up and squished us all into an uncomfortable bear hug, seemingly not letting us go.

"Um, Hermes? You might wanna let go now?" Beck asked, looking very uncomfortable and tried to escape the hug. See, Beck's not the biggest fan of hugs. He's okay with Silena hugging him but anyone else who tries to hug him will receive a black eye if they don't let go soon. (Happened once, was brutal). Hermes smiled apologetically and let go of us, wisely walking a few steps away from Beck.

"So, want to tell us why you're so happy?" Will asked, walking towards the couch and sitting down.

Hermes rubbed his hands together like a little kid who was just told his parents got him an X-Box. "So, you guys just sold out the entire bar, and so many people are coming that we had to make space for a special pit for people who just want to see you guys perform."

He waited for the information to sink in, with an almost mischievous grin at the information he told us, his eyes practically twinkling. It hadn't fully sunk in. I heard the words but I hadn't processed it yet, instead I stayed in shock, not sure if this was actually happening. "What." Beck said, no emotion showing on his face.

Hermes gulped, appearing quite never at our reactions, which were unresponsive. He pulled at the collar of his shirt, "Well, um-"

"That is fucking insane." Lee said, his mouth open and his jaw practically touching the ground. I would've laughed at him if it weren't for the fact that I was starting to process the information and oh my god wait how is this happening how the hell this is impossible we couldn't possibly sell out in a matter of months I don't understand this what no this only happens in movies and-

"No way!" Will practically shouted, a grin lighting up his face and his blue eyes shining, his voice breaking my train of thought.

"That's not possible."

"How?"

"Why?"

"This seriously just happened? I'm not imagining it?" I said, more to my self than anyone else. I ran my hand through my hair, a grin plastered on my face. I wonder if my mom is looking down at me right now, swelling in pride, and fully supporting me. If she were here, she would have hugged me, made me blue cookies, and told me that she was proud of me. I smiled this time, more warmly, tears in my eyes that hopefully no one will notice. I wiped my eyes with my hand and chanted what I've always said to myself since my mom died to keep me going, 'I'm doing this for you' inside my head.

"We should celebrate!" Silena said, stopping my train of thought. "Oooh, I know, we could open a bottle of champagne! Or we could go on a road trip! Maybe we could go to the Bahamas! Maybe-"

Beck chuckled, "Babe, I think we'll stick to opening a bottle of champagne."

Silena huffed and crossed her arms. "Fine, but it's going to be a good bottle of champagne."

"Of course." Beck said, pulling Silena in and hugging her.

"You know what?" Leo said, pulling out his phone and swiping. I hated him. "I'm going to make you guys a band instagram account that I'll manage so you can take a photo of you and the crowd when you're on stage and publish it." He said, typing something in.

"That's a great idea!" Silena commented.

"Plus, it will get you a lot of bonus points when a scouting agent checks your instagram to see how many places you have played at and how full they are. It'll make them want to sign a record deal with you in no time." Leo looked up from his phone and grinned. "And, it will attract the ladies once they find out that the guy who is running the instagram account is the hottest of them all." He flipped his hair and pulled on one of his suspenders and continued typing. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Anyways," Silena started clasping her hands together. "You should start changing! I picked out a some more revealing things tonight, I hope you like them." She said, with an almost evil grin, as if she were about to break into an evil laugh at any moment now. That is not good news. We all practically exhaled at the same time. It's not that we don't like the clothes she chooses for us, it's just they're uncomfortable. They're skin tight, sometimes made out of latex (Michael was forced to where black latex jeans, we called him Condom Legs for the rest of the night) and hard to move in. Hopefully, this time they're more comfortable clothes.

I walked to over the dress rack dreading the worst. I looked for the clothes named Percy, and I could only find some ripped baggy denim jeans. "Hey Silena, I think you forgot to get a shirt for me." I said as I showed her the jeans.

She smirked. "Oh no, I didn't forget. That's what you're supposed to wear tonight."

I pouted. "But Sil," I said, trying to use one of the many pet names Beck has for Silena, trying to convince her.

"Nope." She said, shaking her head and crossing her arms. "You want to grab the audience's attention? Then show off you're abs!"

"But-"

"No." She said firmly.

I exhaled, defeated. "Fine." Silena looked around before exiting the room so we could change. I looked around the room. "No one has latex?"

"Thankfully, no." Michael said, putting on a flannel shirt that looks like it had the sleeves ripped off (which probably were) and black shorts.

Beck finished changing in practically 30 seconds (how? Well, we think it's because of the amount of times he had to change rapidly from a make out session with Silena before we entered the room) wearing a black tank top that says 'TKNEA' in white letters, contrasting dark the black background and shorts. "Look at what Silena is making me wear." he said, pointing to the text. "Taken." He clarified for me once he saw my face. He sat down on the couch and grabbed some drumsticks on the coffee table and started playing a random beat on the table.

"And I look gay." Will said pulling at a purple vest he had on and white jeans.

"You are gay." Lee said, struggling to put on black skinny jeans.

"I know. That's why I like my outfit." Will smirked. "Besides, I invited Nico to come watch us."

"Oh because of the 'doctor's orders' thing?" Beck said, and rolled his eyes. "I swear to god if you keep on flirting like that with him I am going to ask for our boss to move me away from the counter."

"What do you mean by doctor's orders?" I asked, taking off my jeans and starting to put on the ones Silena gave me and started to take off my shirt.

Beck rolled his eyes. "Nico visited the music store again today and Will noticed he had a cold and started flirting hard, like it looked like they were going to make out in the store with him, and told about he went to med school and studied to be a doctor, and how he was under doctor's orders to stay near him at all times so he could ensure that he gets better and he ended up inviting him to the show, apparently."

"Ask him out already." Michael told Will.

"I'm planning to today." Will answered. "But he's quite shy, so we won't be official for what I predict will be a couple more weeks." He paused. "But, I honestly don't care if we're announcing it to the world immediately. He's really cool, and he's got this thing about him that's different from other guys." Will smiled, dazed.

"Are you sure he's gay?" I asked.

"Yes. If he wasn't, then he wouldn't have flirted back, or given me his number." Will said, running his hand through his hair. "I don't know about you guys, but I need to go warm up." Will stood up and walked to the keyboard to warm up, grabbing a water bottle on his way.

"I'll go help." I said, buttoning my jeans and walking towards Will. We practiced for a while, harmonizing, playings keys in the keyboard and matching our voices to the sound, drank a whole water bottle and did a couple breathing exercises. In the middle of an exercise, Will stops and his eyes grow wide.

"I just got the best idea ever." He gasped. "During Don't Stop Me Now, the part where Beck is playing the small drum solo, I'll walk down the stage, find Nico, then sing to him until the song ends and ask him out." He clapped his hands and rubbed them in excitement.

I shrugged. "Sure. Just, don't make the guy feel too pressured. Like don't point the microphone at him or anything, 'cause that's kind of rude."

Will nodded. "You're right."

"Go tell Leo so he can work the lights out when you ask Nico out."

Will scrunched his eyebrows up, looking for Leo in the room. "He's not here. Do you have any idea about where he could be?"

That's weird. Normally Leo reviewing the set list and making sure the lights work. I searched for Leo in the room, and then realization hit me.

"Oh," I realized. "he's probably flirting with some one outside, most likely the hottest girl he can find and make her join 'Team Leo.'" I said, rolling my eyes.

"I'm guessing that happens frequently." Will said, smirking a little.

"You'd be surprised." I scoffed. "Last time, he started flirting with one of the girls in school who didn't speak english very well and when Leo asked her if she wanted to join Team Leo, she thought he asked he she could give him head, and slapped him. Hard. It was hilarious."

Will laughed, throwing his head back. "Does he flirt with every girl he sees?"

I nodded. "Pretty much. But every single girl rejects him."

Will chuckled again, then stopped. "That's kind of sad, when you think about it."

I raised one shoulder. "Yeah, but he doesn't really care. He just keeps trying. He's very insistent."

"I can tell."

Michael walked over to us and interrupted us suddenly, "Are you guys gonna practice with us? Or are you going to just stand there all day?" Michael asked, shifting his weight to one foot, crossing his arms and popping his hip, 4'6 stature full of sass.

"We'll be right there." Will said, "We just need to finish one more singing exercise and then we'll go practice with you guys."

"Try to hurry up." Michael said before leaving to where Beck and Lee were standing a few feet away.

Will and I purposefully slowly finished a couple more singing exercises while Michael glared at us from across the room. We did even more breathing exercises (that were totally unnecessary before walking slowly to where the others were.

"I fucking hate you two." Michael said, grabbing his guitar. "Especially you, Percy. I know it was your idea."

"Why thank you, I'm flattered." I deadpanned, grabbing my own guitar and slinging it over my left shoulder. "Alright, Don't Stop Me Now from the top ready?" I paused, making sure that everyone had their instruments ready. "1, 2, 3, go!"


We climbed the stage, freshened up and filled with nervous energy. We heard the crowd roar as we walked across the stage to our instruments, and as I slung my guitar across my shoulders, I looked at how many people were in the bar. In front of us, there was a small pit of people who were screaming and some were painted blue and were all smashed together and looked so exited to see us there. I smiled, feeling a little bit proud and amazed that so many people would come to see us. And then I looked and the people who were sitting at the tables who were also shouting, but not as excitedly as the people in the pit. The tables were also crowded with people standing up and cheering, heck I saw one guy standing on top of a table. Hermes isn't going to like that bit. All in all, the place was overflowing with our fans.

I heard Will say a small 'Wow' that the mic caught. Wow indeed, Will. "Alright, alright, alright." Will said, smiling. The crowd silenced a bit once they heard Will talk, but then started shouting again immediately. "Who's ready to have the best night of their fucking lives!?" Will shouted into the mic, and it seemed like the fans wanted to compete against on who could shout the loudest and shouted even louder than Will, who's mic was connected to an amplifier.

"Shit," Will said excitedly, chuckling a bit. He signaled for Michael to start on the piano, and Don't Stop Me Now commenced.

Tonight, I'm gonna have myself I real good time,

I feel alive, and the world I'll turn it inside out yeah,

I'm floating around, in ecstasy so don't. Stop. Me. Now,

Michael, Lee and I harmonized the don't stop me now part.

Don't stop me

Cause I'm

Beckendorf entered,

Having a good time,

Having a good time, Michael, Lee, and I harmonized again.

I'm a shooting star, Will started to run through the stage, the crowd singing along.

leaping through the sky
Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity
I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva
I'm gonna go go go
There's no stopping me

I'm burnin' through the sky yeah!
Two hundred degrees
That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit
I'm trav'ling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic man out of you, I saw Will suddenly make eye contact and wink at a guy in the very back, wearing different shades of black, sitting on a stool in the bar as if he were sulking because he just broke up with some one. I saw Will start to make his way over to him, a lot more flirtatious-like and staring at him the whole time.

Don't stop me now I'm having such a good time, Will sung with power and emotion.
I'm having a ball
Don't stop me now
If you wanna have a good time just give me a call
Don't stop me now ('Cause I'm having a good time)
Don't stop…

I'm a rocket ship on my way to Mars
On a collision course
I am a satellite I'm out of control
I am a sex machine ready to reload
Like an atom bomb about to
Oh oh oh oh oh explode

I'm burning through the sky Yeah!
Two hundred degrees
That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit
I'm trav'ling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic woman of you, Beck played a small solo on the drums, the crowd clapping in time with the beat. Will had advanced to the edge of the stage and jumped off, making the crowd scream and Leo purposefully stopped shining the spotlight one Will as Will made his way through the crowd, to Nico.

Don't stop me, Michael, Lee and I sang while Will searched for Nico.
Don't stop me
Don't stop me
Hey hey hey!

Don't stop me
Don't stop me
Ooh ooh ooh (I like it) Will finally sang into his mic, and Leo started shining the lights on Will who was now on top of the bar, smiling and singing to Nico.

Don't stop me
Don't stop me
Have a good time, good time

Don't stop me
Don't stop me

Ooh ooh I started to play the guitar solo, and felt the crowds eye's turn to me, making me a little nervous. I took a deep breath and concentrated, jumping on a box on the stage and played my heart was a short solo, first solo of the night, so I was still kind of nervous. Yet as I played the guitar for so many people who, dare I say, admired me, sang the lyrics, and attempted to sing the solo, I felt right at home.

Ooh I'm burning through the sky yeah! Will sang, and I felt the nerves go away.
Two hundred degrees
That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit
I'm trav'ling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic man out of you Will pointed at Nico, who seemed like he did not like the attention he had from everyone, shrinking away as if trying to hide. I felt kind of bad for him, he probably didn't really like attention.

Don't stop me now
I'm having such a good time
I'm having a ball
Don't stop me now
If you wanna have a good time
Just give me a call

Don't stop me now ('cause I'm having a good time)
Don't stop me now (yes I'm having a good time)
I don't wanna stop at all, Will sang the final word, dropping down to his knees and grinning at Nico.

"So," Will said through the mic as Michael continued playing the outro. "will you go out with me?" Will grinned. If I hadn't known Will, I would've said he was very confident at the moment, sure that Nico would say yes. But I saw the small amount of fear he hid behind his eyes, afraid that he might get rejected and humiliated like last time. To clarify, the last time Will asked a guy out, he got rejected. Hard. The guy he asked out started yelling at him, asking him why Will thought he was a fag, and if he could get his AIDS infested ass out of his face and was saying that he wished Will would go to hell. Oh, and the fact that Will had been crushing on that guy for years, ever since he was 19 and they were best friends, the unfortunate event gave him a scar in his heart, the bastard's name forever engraved in his mind. Since then, Will hadn't asked anyone out unless they were special. And apparently, Nico is.

I saw Will's grin then suddenly widened and I was afraid that he would burst into a ray of sunshine, and heard him scream into the mic, "Yes! He said yes!" The crowd cheered for him, and Will blew a kiss at Nico and jumped off the bar and ran to the stage, and screamed, "He said yes!" He made the crowd roar again and then we continued on playing the rest of the songs on the setlist.

When we started playing TNT, I could feel the music. I could feel every string played, every chant, every sound in my veins. I no longer felt nervous, all I felt was the thrill of being there doing something I loved. I barely registered that quite the large group of people entered the bar and sat down on a table that was reserved for them. I kept chanting TNT into the microphone with Will, Michael, and Lee, while the crowd sang along. It was a relatively new song, we'd only played it a couple times before, but apparently everyone in the crowd knew the lyrics as they chanted the chorus with us.

It was suddenly time for my solo and I played my heart out, pouring my soul into the solo, barely looking at the guitar. It was like an extension of me, just another part of my body that I could control. I felt this inexplicable high while doing the solo, a high that drugs will never manage to beat. I loved it.

I finished the first solo, and Will immediately followed, singing the chorus and encouraging everyone to raise the fist and pump to the beat. I ran over to where Michael was and put my back against his, playing our guitars until it was time for the last solo and I walked over to the front of the stage, put my foot on top of a box and played the second solo, then finished the song.

The crowd cheered so loud when we finished the song, I thought that they might just blow the roof off. I grinned in awe, a constant chant of HOW THE HELL DID WE DO THIS going through my mind as I switched guitars, grabbing the new acoustic one Hermes got me. "Hey guys!" I greeted, and the crowd went wild. I felt myself blush at their reaction. Hopefully my tan skin will save me. I waited until they calmed down a little bit, before continuing.

"So uh, I'm gonna sing a song that you probably all know. Can you guess it?" The crowd roared Good Riddance, and I laughed out of awe and surprise. "Didn't think you guys would guess it that fast. Anyways, here it goes!"

I started the song, plucking the strings for the intro before I started to sing. Once I started to sing, everyone took their phones out and turned on their flashlight and waved it in the air for the whole song. I felt myself stare in awe at everyone, waving their phones in their in sync. They softly sang the song with me, and I let them sing the chorus by themselves once I noticed that everyone knew the words. It was an indescribable feeling, having written a song and poured your heart into and feel and hundred other people sing along with you. I couldn't believe it.

I finished the song and felt the crowd go wild again. "We're Blue Cherry Coke and you guys are fucking awesome! Thank you so much!"

I placed my guitar back on the rack and walked down the stage with the guys, Silena slamming into us and bear hugging us, shouting, "You guys did it! I can't believe it!" She let us go, but kept her hand tangled with Beck's. "Congratulations you guys!"

"Thanks Sil," Beck said, kissing her on the forehead.

Leo suddenly came forward interrupting Beck and Silena and said, "Hey, where's my thanks? The lighting's an important part in performing live! It helps give the performance more epicness!"

"Thanks Leo," I said, patting him on the back. "Great lighting techniques. If only you had as good techniques in lighting with girls, but apparently not so," I shrugged.

Leo tugged on his suspenders, rolling his eyes. "I'll have you know that my techniques with girls are better than yours, seeing that I've actually had a girlfriend." He said smugly.

"Oh, the one you mentioned in your dream? Yeah, she's very real." I retorted.

Leo opened his mouth to comeback at me, but Lee interrupted us. "You can continue bantering all you want tomorrow. Right now, we're going to celebrate the fact that we almost tore the roof down. And celebrate the fact that we didn't, or else we'd be in serious debt."

We walked over to The Booth and set down, thankfully, our plates were already served. Hestia must've sensed that we were going to be starving after the concert. She reminded me of my mother, in some ways. The fact made me miss her. "Thank you Hestia," Leo said enthusiastically, plopping down and scooting over so the rest of us could sit down. He grabbed his utensils and immediately started digging in. I sat down next to Leo with Michael and Lee, with Beck, Silena, and Will on the other side. We all immediately started digging in, savoring every bite.

Nico came by, asking Will where their date was going to be and at what time, to which Will suavely replied, "I'll pick you up at seven pm tomorrow and take you somewhere you'll love."

Nico thanked Will and said goodbye to everyone, evidently blushing a little bit. Silena squealed once Nico was out earshot. "Oh my god Will, he is the perfect match for you! Yet you're complete opposites, and it's such an adorable story! I love it! I wish you the best of luck."

Will grinned. "Thanks Silena. And yeah, he is."

We continued talking for the rest of the meal, occasionally laughing at a few jokes. I started cracking up at one thing Michael said, when I heard a very familiar voice shout, "Percy?!" I turned to look and lo and behold, it was Annabeth Chase with Thalia, Piper, and Grover behind her. She had an incredulous expression, her eyes as wide as dinner plates.

"Oh, shit."


Well, good night.

~TheMistressOfAss (As TouchDouche said)