A/N: Hi! This is my first fic, so it's probably not going to be great. Let's hope for the best! Please review, and feel free to give feedback and/or helpful tips in the reviews! (but please be nice)

"Perseus Jackson, wake up now!" Sally Jackson shouted. Percy's eyes flew open.

"What time is it?" He asked, remembering what day it was. He had an important audition today. A friend of his named Grover had called him and offered to get him an audition for a new musical, written by a guy Lester Papadopoulos. Percy had seen one of Lester Papadopoulos's other plays so he had faith. Grover said not a ton of people were interested in being in this musical, because it wasn't about anything close to modern society. Believe it or not, the musical was about the first Secretary of State, Alexander Hamilton. However, as crazy as this musical seemed, Percy had been trying out for plays and musicals with no luck, so he was getting desperate.

"It's 7:30, Percy. You overslept!" His mom, Sally, said.

"Oh no! I've gotta be there by 8:00! And it's a 45 minute drive!" Percy exclaimed.

"At best. Without traffic. So it'll probably be more like an hour" Sally pointed out.

"Great," Percy grumbled "Well, I should probably get ready then."

"Yes. I'll make you a bagel, and you can eat on the drive there," Sally offered.

"That sounds great. Thanks, Mom," Percy replied. As his mom walked out the door, he threw on a nice shirt and a random pair of jeans, attempted to comb his hair, brushed his teeth, and ran downstairs. He grabbed the bagel his mom made, and headed out to his car. He didn't drive the old Prius his mother and stepfather drove. He had his own car. It was still a Prius, but a nicer, newer model.

There was a long story behind this car. He was 25 years old, and he had a bachelor's degree in marine biology. Percy had always loved the ocean, so when he was going to college, marine biology seemed like the perfect choice. His father had loved the ocean, Percy's mom always told him. One day, he went out on a boating trip, and never came back. Not dead, Sally had always reminded him, lost at sea.

Later, he went with Grover to a Broadway musical called "In the Heights", written by Lester Papadopoulos (the same guy who wrote Hamilton, the musical Percy was auditioning for) After seeing the musical, Percy realized that he wanted to be up there, on that stage, not sitting in front of a computer, looking at charts and graphs marking water temperatures, or the migration patterns of the common harbor seal. Percy had also always loved singing and being in school plays, so he quit his job and tried to find an acting job. He moved back in with his mom, and had been trying to find an acting job ever since. This car represented everything he had left behind at his old job. Was it really worth it to be stuck in audition lines instead of having a job that he loved? Or at least, he used to.

Percy hopped into the car and started to drive, humming the lyrics to his audition song he had prepared, "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road"

When are you gonna come down?

When are you going to land?

I should have stayed on the farm

I should have listened to my old man

You know you can't hold me forever

I didn't sign up with you

I'm not a present for your friends to open

This boy's too young to be singing

The blues, ah, ah

Right after he got to the "ah, ah" he realized that he forgot his resume. Percy turned around, then parked outside his building. He ran inside and grabbed his resume from the dining room table, then ran back outside. He sat down in the car seat and started driving the long drive to Long Island, where the theatre was.

(A/N I have no idea how long the drive really is. Also I don't know how likely it is that there is a theatre there, so just roll with it)

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Beep! Beep! Beep! Annabeth's alarm clock went off. It was 6:00 AM, and she had an important audition at 8:00. Even though she had two hours to get there, It was a long drive, almost an hour, and she wanted to be early, or at least on time. Besides, she liked getting up early.

Annabeth put on a nice top and her favorite pair of leggings, then combed her hair so it fell in it's natural loose waves. Next, she brushed her teeth and headed into the kitchen for breakfast. Annabeth was an awful cook, but even she could manage a simple piece of toast. She put on some butter, then added a little bit of Vegemite. Only a little, though. It was very salty, but good if you didn't put on too much. She took a bite. Perfect. (A/N To anyone who doesn't know what Vegemite is, it's a salty thing you can put on toast. If you put too much, it's awful, but if you only put a little, then it's really good)

After breakfast, she started to get ready to leave the house. She put on a new pair of sneakers, and her favorite grey jacket, that same color as her grey eyes. Her eyes were the only thing that ruined her typical California girl image. She had light blonde hair that naturally fell in loose waves and tanned skin, but she also had sharp grey eyes that stood out from the rest of her.

She walked out the door, and headed down the stairs, until she was out of her apartment building. Then, she walked into her car and started up the engine. As she left, she called her dad.

"Hey, Dad," Annabeth said.

"Annabeth! Hi!" Her dad, Frederick responded.

"I'm going to an acting audition today. It's for this musical, called Hamilton," Annabeth told him.

"Hamilton? Like the first Secretary of State, Alexander Hamilton?" Frederick asked. He was a history professor.

"That's the one," Annabeth replied.

"How can you really be sure this is going to do well? What are the chances that people will want to see people onstage, singing songs about the Founding Fathers? About people who lived 300 years ago?" Frederick wondered.

"You know you would," Annabeth pointed out.

"Okay, okay fine," Frederick said.

"It's fine, Dad. I haven't quit my job at the architecture firm. I'm waiting to get a part before I do that," Annabeth reassured Frederick.

"You know Annabeth…"

"What?"

"You could always stop focusing on this foolish idea, and go back full time to the architecture firm. You loved it there. You were happy. So why fix something that isn't broken? Why leave?

"Dad. Ever since I saw that Lester Papadopoulos musical, "In the Heights," I've known that I want to be that one up on that stage, making people laugh and cry, not sitting in an office writing down the distance between two rooms, or the size of some random person's front porch. And you loved me being there! Sure, I love architecture, but it doesn't have to be my whole job!" Annabeth retorted.

"Annabeth…"

"Yes Dad?"

"Would you like to talk to Helen?"

"No thanks, Dad," Annabeth replied firmly.

"Well, ummm… Annabeth…"

"Yes?"

"Good luck,"

She hung up the phone and put it in front of her, looking for the directions.

Well, that went… okay. It could have been better. But he's trying, I can see that much. But seriously? Helen? Ughhh. And the way he was questioning my life choices? Not cool, Dad," Annabeth thought.

As Annabeth kept driving, she thought about what she needed to do. She had a one minute long monologue and a 32 bar song prepared. She would be singing "Home" from Beauty and the Beast. Growing up, she really hadn't been much of a "Disney princess" kind of person, but Annabeth had always loved and admired Belle from Beauty and the Beast. (A/N Here's a link to that song sung really well. It might not be clickable, but you can copy and paste it: watch?v=8gWYRN8aGfU) She hummed the lines to the song as she drove;

Yes, I made the choice

For papa, I will stay

But I don't deserve to to lose my freedom in this way

You monster!

If you think that what you've done is right, well then

You're a fool!

Think again!

Is this home?

Is this where I should learn to be happy?

Finally, she pulled into the parking lot, a full half hour early. She began to practice her monologue. For the millionth time. Even though she had it memorized. Still, better she perfect it then forget it.

Annabeth had a lot riding on this. She needed to prove to herself, and her family, that singing and acting wasn't just a hobby. It could be a job. She was good enough, and she could do this. Otherwise she would just become another struggling musician. Annabeth had to nail this audition, and she would. Hopefully.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I did put a lot of research into the audition requirements, so hopefully it seemed authentic to any theater people reading this! Please keep reading the future chapters I post, and I would love it so much if you could review!

Thanks, and see you next time! - TheWritingRaven