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…Chapter 8… Now I'm… Dustin Worthings? ...
After multiple tries and trying to get someone to help me, I was finally able to put them in. Yes! My now ice blue eyes blinked rapidly. I looked at the reflection in the mirror. Huh, so this is the new Percy Jackson? I cocked my head to the right and put my hands in the pocket of my blue jeans.
"Hmm," …Well, this is getting boring. I turned and starting walking around but I bumped into something. Oof!
"Oh, there you are, Mr. Jackson. I was looking for you." I moved back a couple of steps and looked up. Oh, it's Mr. Wright.
I put on a small grin and said, "Hey, Mr. Wright, just to let you know, I was here this whole time."
"Yes, I can tell. You look different, just the way I planned." He grinned as if he won a trophy.
"Oh, by the way, why did I have to change my look so much? I had to dye my hair and put on colored contacts and-" I started to rant.
"You didn't have the right image that we need, but now you do. Now we just have to change your name; don't want a lawsuit, do we? And don't forget about your personality, style…" He trailed off.
I looked at him with my jaw open and my eyes bugged out. "WHAAAAAAT?"
He smiled triumphantly. Bastard. "Perseus Jackson," Whoa, creepy, "is now… dead."
"You are now, Dustin Worthings: A blonde-haired blue-eyed fellow from Los Angeles, California who came to New York to pursue his dream of being a musician. I, being the wonderful man I am, saw your talent and put you into the band Polar Ice."
"I have, or used to have, jet-black hair and sea-green eyes. My dream is to be a marine biologist and you kidnapped me here to be in a band I never wanted to be in or have ever heard of!"
He ignored my comment and kept on talking.
"You and the members of the band get along very well and are great friends." The band…
"Um, who's in the band?" I questioned.
"Oh, right then. Brett Collins is the drummer, he's a nice boy and he's from Texas." He sounds okay. "Allyson Night plays bass, piano, and background vocals." Oh, the mini-Rachel. "And then finally, the lead singer is Cole Daniels."
"Lead. Singer? I don't mean to be rude… hell I'm going to be rude. Shouldn't I be the singer? I mean, that's basically the whole reason of why I'm here, right?"
"Nope, you're lead guitar." WHAT? This guy is seriously crazy! I just found out that I can sing! I've NEVER touched a guitar before!
"YOU. ARE. PHYSCO!"
"No, I'm not," he smiled. "I already promised the other members that they'd be this or that. All we needed was a guitar person, and here you are."
"But I can't play guitar, I-"
He cut me off, again.
"You'll learn. Anyway each of you has a certain personality role. Brett Collins is the eco-friendly person in the band. He's the quietest and mostly keeps to himself, even though he's a Texan and plays the drums; he was such a great find." He's talking about them as if they're objects… and stereotypical much?
"Allyson Night is the outgoing one. She always has something to say and will say it, even if it will hurt your feelings or not. She has a soft side though; she has been helping her mother, a veterinarian, ever since she was 5 years old. With her flaming red hair, she's the easiest one to spot." Whoa… he has all of this figured out.
"Since Cole Daniels is the lead singer, he's the bad boy, or how your generation would say it, the 'rebel'. That's all I'll say about him."
"And you," he pointed at me.
Me?
"Are the heartthrob. Girls adore you and practically worship you. But you don't let it get to your head. You are the most grounded person in the band and the most polite, therefore no cussing."
"They love that about you and somehow, even with your huge differences, you and Mr. Daniels are best friends. 'Brothers from other mothers' Is how your generation would say it."
"However, you have a traumatic experience with the ocean, so you hate to swim and hate the beach and you're very sensitive about the topic. But, that makes you even more desirable to the fans! Well, mostly to the girls."
I couldn't really say anything, or open my mouth. I was just way too shocked.
"Exactly. Now you have to go meet the rest of the band and go to a photo shoot." He spun me around and started pushing me toward a door. Crap, Crap, Crap, Crap, CRAP! Goodbye Percy, it was nice knowing you.
I was pushed into a room full of bright light. Ow, my eyes. I blinked rapidly and rubbed my eyes trying to stop the whiteness from being imprinted on my eyelids. I finally opened them. Oh… it was the flash from the camera… my bad. I could practically see my cheeks turning a shade of red.
"Well, this is where the photo shoot will be taking place and-" Mr. Wright stopped abruptly. And? I faced him. He was looking at me with a weird expression. I was about to ask him what was wrong but he beat me to it.
"Perseus." Ugh full name, "Why are your cheeks so red?"
"Um…" I looked down but of course my blush intensified even more. I have to learn how to control this thing….
I expected him to laugh at me but what he did was something I didn't imagine, at all. He gave me a full out smile that was showing his teeth and everything.
Are you enjoying my embarrassment?
"That's great Perseus, keep that up." I immediately stopped walking and gave him a WTF look. He obviously noticed my confusion and explained, "You see, that's great for your character. Being a heartthrob, polite, sensitive, and constant blusher will be a great asset to the band."
"Um, okay," I said, mostly just to myself.
Mr. Wright looked at his watch. Whoa, are those diamonds? Why do you need diamonds on a watch? You just need it to tell time… it doesn't have to be fancy or anything… ooh maybe the diamonds have a special purpose like…
While I was zoned out I didn't notice Mr. Wright go away leave me by myself. I also didn't notice my new band mates talking about me.
"So, I heard that Mr. W got us a new guitarist. I still don't get why we need one, I mean, I already know how to play and I doubt we need another one; it's a waste of time don't you think?" Cole stated nonchalantly, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his black jeans.
"Well, Cole, you can't when we're live because you'll be busy singing and moving around so that's why we need an actual guitarist and-."
"Blah, blah, blah, nobody asked for your opinion Brett. I still think I should be the only guitarist." Cole cut in.
"Well-"
"Will you guys ever stop fighting? As long as he's nice and doesn't piss me off I'm happy. Oh, and I hope he's cute." Allyson squealed.
"Like he's going to date you Ally,"
"Why not? I'm pretty sexy don't you think? Brett, don't you think I'm sexy?" she pouted and faced Brett.
"Um-"
"Yeah sure, as sexy as a potato."
"Ugh, Cole you're such a jerk! Wait, is that him right there?"
"Where?" Cole swiveled his head around to look for the mysterious person,
"Right there, idiot!"
"Um guys, why don't we just ask-" Brett started up once more but was, once again, cut off by Cole.
"Shut up Brett, I'm going to go see who he is; if he's our new member, I'm totally going to date him. If he's not… I'm still going to date him. Hey, hey you! Over there, with the blonde hair!" Allyson began skipping toward him.
Maybe they make him invisible! No, diamonds can't make people invisible, stupid… Unless he's a superhero! Wait he can't be a superhero… I bet the diamonds are just there for decoration… but why-
I felt someone violently poke my shoulder multiple times. My hand immediately went up and clutched it. Aww, my poor shoulder.
"Ow," I said as I turned around and pouted. My eyes were instantly assaulted with flaming red hair. It's so red… it's like fire.
I heard a giggle.
"Thanks."
My eyes widened. Oh crap, did I just that out loud?
"Um, did I just say that out loud?" The girl just smiled back at me and nodded.
"I did, didn't I?" She giggled again.
"Yeah, you did. But don't worry, no harm done, it was a compliment anyway." she replied shrugging. Aww she's so nice!
"I'm still sorry though, I was really rude and uh…" Crap, what else do I say?
I instinctively looked down at my converse, rubbed my neck, and blushed. Oh god, now she's probably laughing at me.
"Aww, you're blushing!" And of course I blushed even harder.
My face probably looks like a freakin' tomato right now!
"Oh crap, I'm sorry; I didn't mean to embarrass you! I just kind of say what's on my mind without thinking so yeah… anyway what's your name? Mine's Al-OOP!"
I cocked my head to one side. "Aloop? That's a… um interesting name. Oh wait a second…" I stared at her mouth; there was a tan hand with covering it. I slowly looked to her right and say a guy glaring at her. Oh it's his hand!
"Allyson, stop rambling, it's freakin' annoying." My eyebrows furrowed together. That's not very nice…
"So what if it isn't freakin' nice? It's the truth." HE READ MY MIND!
He looked over at my with a look that said 'Why aren't you in a mental hospital right now?' Don't ask me how I know, I just do. "No, I didn't," he started of slowly, "You said it out loud…"
"Oh. I have to stop doing that…" 'Kay so no more over excessive blushing, and no more saying your thoughts out loud. Got it.
I nodded. Wait, who the heck nods at himself?
I groaned and threw my hand towards my face.
I've failed too hard in the past 20 seconds.
Black-haired Mohawk dude, I'm amazing at giving out nicknames, just looked at me weirdly. "Uh yeah… anyway I'm Cole and-"
"I'm Allyson!" She was able to get his hand off of her face.
Another guy came over to us and murmured, "And I'm Brett."
The Cole guy rolled his eyes annoyingly and said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, she's Allyson, he's Brett, and I'm Cole. And you are?" Well someone's straight to the point isn't he?
I was about to reply with a snarky comment telling how nasty and a pain in the ass he was being but then one thought raced through my head before I could say anything: Oh shit, these are my band mates.
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