The girl puts her hands on her hips in a very ladylike motion. "Oh?"
Percy mumbles out an apologetic "yeah." Although what he's apologizing for, he's not sure.
It must've been those eyes, they warranted an apology to her just for him breathing in the same area as her.
"I suppose we can sort this out." She walks up to him, examining him.
Percy points to the exit, "I could just leave, you know."
She shakes her head, then pulls out the studio schedule. "Percy Jackson."
"That's me," he gulps. Now that she knows his name, he might have to create a new identity to keep him and his family safe.
"It says here that you're scheduled right now––oh my God, you're serious?"
Percy musters enough courage to look over the girl's shoulder. "What?"
"They said that I scheduled it at this time!"
"Who?"
"The blonde dude that was sitting there with the schedule."
"There?"
"Yeah, uh, in the office." She smacks her forehead. "I literally cleared my entire day for this."
"For what?"
"To practice," she says, exasperated.
"What are you practicing for?"
"My God, you're slow." She taps his forehead, and he jumps back.
The piano was still sitting on the stage, and she gave it a wary glance. "You can play the piano?"
"You could say that," he responds, unsure of where this conversation is heading.
"Say, I need a pianist. Like right now, can you sightread decently, and read notes?" She says, now shuffling through her bag.
"Wouldn't be a pianist if I couldn't," he smiles. "But did you really bring the sheets in case you met a handsome, young, talented pianist like me?"
She slaps him for that.
Once he gives the music a lookover, he agrees to help the girl.
"I haven't had the chance to catch your name," he says as he walks up the steps of the stage.
"And you would need it to?" She responds as she sets up.
"Obviously hunt down your family after this to bargain for toilet paper."
"Well, I suppose you must have it. It's Annabeth Chase."
"Well, that was anti-climatic."