Disclaimer: All rights go to their respective owners. I only own the plot. All italicized lines are direct quotes from the song Alexander Hamilton by Lin Manuel Miranda and the original Broadway cast of Hamilton. Songs that I don't own mentioned in here are Washington On Your Side, and Guns and Ships, also by Lin Manuel Miranda, and the original Broadway cast of Hamilton.
A/N: Hey guys, and welcome back to another chapter of My Name is Percy Jackson. (dam, I just realized that sounds like the intro to a youtube video.) I feel like the title doesn't give any clues as to what the story is about. It's kind of a play on the lyric from Hamilton, "My name is Alexander Hamilton," so I guess that kind of makes sense if you're a Hamilton fan, but… I don't know, I gotta admit I don't love it. Do you guys have any ideas/inspiration for another title? If we get enough ideas, I'll put them all on a poll on my profile, and you guys can pick. Please leave any ideas in the reviews. Here's the Hamilton lyric: "I am the one thing in my life I can control. I am inimitable, I am an original." -Wait For It
Percy POV:
"Percy, you are not wearing jeans to the White House," Grover said, exasperated. This conversation had been going on for almost 30 minutes.
"What's the big deal?" Percy asked.
"What's the big deal? Percy, we are performing in front of a whole host of people who are smarter, more powerful, and way more important that we are. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity and you're wearing jeans?"
"Yep."
"I don't know what I'm ever going to do with you…" Grover sighed, "Come on, we have to go now or we'll be late."
They headed to the front of the building where a bus was going to leave at exactly two fifteen. Earlier that day, the cast of Hamilton had eaten breakfast and lunch, and done multiple full run-throughs of the song, so now all they had to do was actually go there. And perform. That too.
They arrived at the bus at about two twelve.
"Oh, hey guys," Annabeth greeted. She looked beautiful, wearing a knee length dress with sleeves down to her elbow, and black shoes. She and Piper, who looked like she had been dragged here, were sitting on a seat near the front.
"See, this is a respectable time to enter," Piper complained, "You cut me off in the middle of doing my hair, and you drag me here a full fifteen minutes early!"
"You're just salty because you aren't performing. Besides, Pipers, your hair looks perf- Percy, are you wearing jeans?" Annabeth asked incredulously.
"Uhh… yeah?" He responded.
"Percy. I swear to God, you need to go to your mother and thank her for putting up with you."
"If you'll excuse me," Percy said in a mock offended tone, "I actually think she rather enjoyed it."
"Whatever helps you sleep at night," Annabeth replied loftily. Her beautiful grey eyes glittered with malice -but like, in a good way.
Once everyone had arrived, the bus started the twenty minute drive to the White House. Percy was still in shock. He had never imagined that he would go this far.
As they exited the bus, Annabeth shivered.
"It's freezing out here," She muttered.
A man in a black suit was waiting by the entrance. He directed them to the performance hall.
"Just down this hallway," He instructed.
Everyone entered the huge room. Once they had gotten set up, guests started filing in. Percy recognized a bunch of people from the news. His palms started to sweat, and his breathing quickened.
"Maybe jeans weren't the best idea," Percy whispered to Grover.
"You're only realizing this now?" He responded.
"Real helpful."
"Percy, I promise, you will be fine. You have like the least amount of lines in this song anyway," Grover assured him.
"It's true," Percy conceded.
Percy was about to make another comment when he noticed who had just walked in: the First Lady, and with her, the president.
"This is really happening," Percy murmured.
As everyone sat down, the president walked up to the stage.
"Welcome to an Evening of Poetry, Music, and Spoken Word. I thank you all for coming tonight, to celebrate these brilliant artists…" Percy zoned out as the president began his long winded opening speech. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he stopped talking, and Chiron wheeled up onto the stage, with Lester, sorry, Apollo. (Percy had slipped up once before, and the look he gave Percy was terrifying)
"Thank you," Chiron said once the applause had died out, "I am the director of a new Broadway production, a show about the greatest embodiment of modern hip-hop, Treasury Secretary and Founding Father Alexander Hamilton."
Everyone laughed.
Apollo stepped forward. "You laugh, but it's true. Now, we have a team of talented actors and actresses here to prove you all wrong, so I give you… the very first song of Hamilton: An American Musical, Alexander Hamilton."
There were stifled snorts of laughter from the crowd. Percy was trying his hardest not to glare. Well, sure, Chiron could have -and should have- phrased that a little better, but did they really have to laugh?
Luke, who was standing at the beginning of the line, took a deep breath, and began to sing.
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Annabeth POV:
Luke had started to sing.
"How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore
And a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot
In the Caribbean by providence impoverished
In squalor, grow up to be a hero and a scholar?" His voice was strong, clear, confident.
"Starting off with the insults, are we?" Annabeth heard Percy murmur beside her. She elbowed him in the ribs.
Next, Grover took a deep breath, screwed up his courage, and sang the next few lines.
"The ten-dollar founding father without a father
Got a lot farther by working a lot harder
By being a lot smarter
By being a self-starter
By fourteen, they placed him in charge of a trading charter." Annabeth smiled. Grover had started out as a reedy, nervous guy, someone that wouldn't be your first choice for a leading role. Now, he had grown into it, and became someone that was clearly a professional. Which, of course, he was.
After that, Leo gave a jaunty smile, andbegan.
"And every day while slaves were being slaughtered and carted away
Across the waves, he struggled and kept his guard up
Inside, he was longing for something to be a part of
The brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow, or barter." Leo had been the obvious choice at auditions, and it showed. He had a great voice that was perfect for the rap sections later on in the musical, like in Guns and Ships, or Washington On Your Side.
Next, Frank delivered his lines. As he was snapping along with the others, he almost knocked over his microphone. Blushing a little, he said his lines.
"Then a hurricane came, and devastation reigned
Our man saw his future drip, dripping down the drain
Put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain
And he wrote his first refrain, a testament to his pain." Annabeth stifled a laugh as Percy got really into the snapping. Percy looked up, and gave a little smile to the cameras.
Luke said his second round of lines, his voice perfectly in tune with the music.
"Well, the word got around, they said, this kid is insane, man
Took up a collection just to send him to the mainland
Get your education, don't forget from whence you came
And the world is gonna know your name
What's your name, man?"
Annabeth could see Percy was getting nervous as his turn came closer and closer. She took his hand and gently squeezed it behind his back, out of sight from the audience.
Percy took several deep breaths, and began to sing.
"Alexander Hamilton
My name is Alexander Hamilton
And there's a million things I haven't done
But just you wait, just you wait," Percy's voice started out quiet, a little unsure. However, it fit in perfectly with the song, so it looked purposeful. He paused just before the third line, carrying the emotion (it wasn't even meant to be that emotional of a song but Percy did it anyway) of the moment beautifully. His voice grew stronger, more confident as he reached his fourth line.
Annabeth was so caught up in watching Percy she nearly forgot her own lines. Thankfully, she sang them right on cue.
"When he was ten his father split, full of it, debt-ridden
Two years later, see Alex and his mother bed-ridden
Half-dead sittin' in their own sick, the scent thick," Annabeth sang in a high pitched, clear, confident tone that betrayed none of the butterflies going crazy inside her.
Everyone stage whispered the next lines.
"And Alex got better, but his mother went quick."
Jason was up next.
"Moved in with a cousin, the cousin committed suicide
Left him with nothin' but ruined pride, something new inside
A voice saying, "Alex, you gotta fend for yourself," He sang out in a low(ish) tone that showed just how talented of a singer he really was. (really, really talented)
As they finished the song, it was really satisfying to see all the audience members be impressed by their singing. Everyone was cheering and clapping as they bowed and left the room.
As they all piled back into their seats on the bus, Chiron invited the whole cast out to dinner at The Olive Tree, which, coincidentally, was the same place Piper, Annabeth, Percy, Hazel, Frank, Jason, and Leo had eaten at last night.
The rest of the afternoon and evening was spent celebrating with her friends, the people who had become closer than family. That wasn't saying much, but still.
As Annabeth and Piper arrived back at Hermes after dinner, Annabeth got a text from Luke
Luke: what time do you want me to pick you up?
Luke: i have a place planned
Annabeth: How long is the drive?
Luke: like 20 min
Annabath: 7:15 works for me.
Luke: ok
Luke: sounds perfect
Luke: see u tomorrow
Annabeth: See you tomorrow
As they reached their hotel room, Piper practically dragged Annabeth to bed, even though it wasn't even nine thirty yet.
"You need to be ready for your date tomorrow," She insisted. Finally, Annabeth conceded, and went to sleep. As her mind slipped into the realm of dreams, Annabeth gave a small smile, excited for tomorrow.
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A/N: That's the end of another chapter, people. Seriously though I really want a new title. Any ideas? (you could literally write "Percy Jackson Hamilton Mortal AU" as a title and I'd be like "Great idea! I love it!")
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