Disclaimer: If it's not painfully obvious at this point, first of all thank you for thinking I'm that talented, and second of all I'm not Lin Manuel Miranda or Rick Riordan AKA Uncle Rick AKA the most evil troll. Songs mentioned in this chapter: Helpless, and The Story of Tonight, which is the fourth song in Hamilton. I don't own either. Any song lyrics in this chapter are in italics.

A/N: Here's another chapter of There's A Million Things I Haven't Done (But Just You Wait). Uhh… I don't really know what to say this time, skiing was great I guess? (Here's me pretending that people actually care) Anyway, here's your chapter and Hamilton lyric. Lyric: "Hey yo, I'm just like my country, I'm young, scrappy, and hungry, and I'm not throwing away my shot." – Hamilton (My Shot)

Percy POV:

"Alright everybody, as you should be aware, there is only one week left until we perform," Chiron called out to the group towards the end of their rehearsal, one week after the costume fitting, "So the next few rehearsals will be dress rehearsals, okay?"

He continued to add more information and guidelines for the dress rehearsal. "All costumes are staying in your dressing rooms, which you will be shown when you arrive. You should arrive in street clothes, and will change when you arrive. We're also going to be working with the tech team and the orchestra to fine tune all the smaller details we haven't figured out yet. Everyone please be here at nine o'clock sharp!" With that, everyone filed out of the room.

Percy felt a buzz of excitement in his stomach. This was really happening. Like it was really, really happening. After eight weeks of practice, eight weeks of new and strange that had slowly transformed into familiar and kind of relaxing in a way. Routine. Eight weeks of friends that had become like family. Jason and Grover. Leo. Frank. Piper and Hazel. And Annabeth. They were his family. There were others, too. People who maybe weren't quite family, but were definitely friends. Nico, who seemed perpetually dark and moody. Rachel, with the ever present, untamable, fiery mane of red hair. Will, who was always laid back and relaxed and was pretty much the living definition of chill.

Percy drove home, excited to tell his mom about the updates on the play progress. He'd already arranged for tickets for his family to come on opening night.

Ticket sales were doing… okay. Statistics and numbers weren't really Percy's thing. That was more Annabeth's territory. Still, he supposed, it was kind of a weird thing to make a musical about, especially one that included, like, way more rap and hip hop style music than most musicals did. That's not something a lot of people would want to spend a lot of money on.

However, Apollo was a pretty famous composer. His previous musicals, like In The Heights or Moana, had won him several awards. In fact, he was just one Oscar away from being an egot (having an Emmy, a Grammy, an Oscar, and a Tony). As such, there were a lot of people who were pretty big fans, and would probably want to see the show. They were probably responsible for a pretty big part of the ticket sales.

As Percy pulled into his apartment building's parking lot, he heard a notification from his phone. Pulling it out, he saw that Annabeth had texted something on the group chat someone had made for the cast.

Annabeth: Did you know that billy goats pee on their heads? It's to make them more attractive to females

Annabeth: Although I'm not sure how that's anatomically quite possible but somehow they figure it out

Hyper Piper: literally no one cares

Percy snorted when he read Piper's text. One day Piper had showed up to work having had what looked like about eight cups of coffee and she had been physically bouncing for the whole day, so her name was forever saved in Percy's phone as Hyper Piper.

Bad Boy Supreme: I care *winkedy wink*

Bad Boy Supreme: I actually dont tho

Bad Boy Supreme: Like not at all

Bad Boy Supreme: Not even a little bit

Annabeth: Gods, Leo. Buh bye

*Annabeth has kicked Bad Boy Supreme off of the chat*

*Jason has added Bad Boy Supreme onto the chat*

Percy laughed as he scrolled through the text messages. Leo had bet him a stack of blue pancakes that he wouldn't make his contact name Bad Boy Supreme. Percy doesn't mess around with blue pancakes.

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Annabeth POV:

The next day, Annabeth, Hazel, and Piper continued their tradition of having coffee at Hestia's before work. She shivered in the cold November air as she entered the coffee shop, Hazel and Piper by her side.

By then, most of the staff knew their orders.

"The usual?" the kind lady at the front counter asked. Annabeth nodded, paid, and sat down at their usual table, along with Hazel and Piper.

"Guys, guess what? Jason and I are almost at our two month anniversary!" Piper exclaimed with a smile.

Annabeth smiled. "Really? That's great!"

"What plans do you have?" Hazel inquired.

"Jason's taking me out next week. Don't worry; it doesn't coincide with opening night. I'll still be celebrating with you guys," Piper responded.

Annabeth nodded. "That's good. Speaking of opening night, do you guys have any ideas for what we can do?"

Piper thought for a moment. "I was thinking we could do something similar to what we did in DC. You know, go out to dinner, celebrate, go back, maybe watch a movie or something with the cast?"

"Yeah, yeah. We'd have to see what everyone else has in mind," Annabeth agreed, "Sounds good Hazel?"

Hazel took a sip of her tea. (She always got tea) "Yeah, that sounds fun," Hazel responded.

"So, Hazel," Piper began. Hazel groaned (She and Annabeth were 99% sure Piper got a degree in college for fishing out information), "Frank?"

It wasn't really a question. Most people knew that Hazel and Frank liked each other. Of course, except Hazel and Frank.

Hazel blushed a little, and mumbled some vague reply.

"Oh, you really like him, don't you?" Piper said with a vaguely evil smile.

"I mean… yeah," Hazel agreed, caving.

"So… when are you going to ask him out?"

Hazel reddened. "Um. Well… I mean… I was kinda thinking about waiting for him to do it."

Piper sighed. "Don't hold your breath. Frank's cute -in like a bumbly, teddy bear kind of way. Not the oh-I'm-so-brave-I'm-going-to-ask-out-the-girl-I-like kind of way. You gotta make the first step, or else you'll be waiting for, like, a really long time."

"Okay," Hazel agreed, "Uh, I guess I might do it on opening night? Like, after the show?"

"That's perfect, Hazel," Piper said with a smile.

They drove the five minutes from Hestia's to the theater.

"You ready?" Annabeth asked.

"I was born ready," Piper said, dramatically flipping her hair.

Laughing, the three girls walked inside the theater, excited for their first dress rehearsal.

A/N: And that's the end of the chapter, folks. JK not really.

The rehearsal, in Annabeth's opinion, went terribly. Or at least, it started out that way.

Everyone had been shown to their dressing rooms. Annabeth smiled as she looked around. While rather plain and boring, (Annabeth made a mental note to find some pictures or something to tack onto the walls) it would do the job just fine.

She slipped on the off white dress she wore for the opening number.

After the hair stylist, plus a few more people that were in charge of her makeup and things like that, Annabeth was all ready. The process had gone smoothly, minus the time that she almost lost a chunk of hair due to the straightening iron.

Finally, Annabeth walked out on stage, where the cast was meeting. After everyone had arrived, Chiron gave them some instructions and a general overview of how the day would go, and then they all dispersed backstage.

When the orchestra started playing, Luke walked out onstage. Those first few minutes were probably the only ones that were actually good.

After that, it started to fall apart.

People were fumbling lines left and right, and at one point about half of the ensemble messed up a step. Luke messed up a line, and got so seemingly upset about it that he forgot his next one.

Annabeth could see Chiron visibly wince at every mistake.

By the time they got to The Story of Tonight, Chiron looked like he wanted to quit.

"All right, all right, let's stop for a moment," Chiron called, "Come on, guys. What's going on? I know a lot of you are pretty new actors, but you have to do better. We can not be missing lines and messing up steps this late in the game. You are all very talented actors. You are all trained professionals. I know for a fact that you guys can do this. So I want you to show me that this wasn't as crazy as everyone said. I want you to show me that I wasn't stupid like everone said, by choosing the people that were the best fit for the role instead of the most experienced actors. I want you to prove them wrong. I want you to show everyone that's laughed at this what you can do. I know you can do this. So what is stopping you?"

There was silence in the room. You could visibly see how determined everyone was.

"Nothing? So go ahead and do it. You guys are all amazing, and you can do this. So, let's start from the beginning, and try this again," He instructed.

There was a murmur of agreement as everyone walked backstage for the second time.

This time, it went beautifully. There was something, Annabeth thought as she sang "ooh, I do, I do, I do," that felt so inexplicably right about doing what you loved, about pursuing your dream, with thirty other people doing it right alongside you.

By the end of the eighth song, Chiron had relaxed. He was smiling as he looked at the figures dancing across the stage.

As they all clapped for each other as they reached the last note, Annabeth smiled. As Piper had said a week ago, she was Annabeth Chase. For once, that meant something. And as Chiron said today, she could do this.

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A/N: And that's really the end of the chapter. Thank you all so much for reading. Please leave a review, I'd love to know what you think.

Reviews:

Just the Soulmates: Thank you for reviewing this chapter and chapter 12. That's funny. But I mean in all seriousness what actually is a past tense for feeling flattered? I mean "mock flattered" just doesn't sound right.

nothing could go wrong: It should be, shouldn't? Honestly same, though. Thanks for reviewing! (I'm not quite sure what to think about all of my Chapter 13 reviews are at least half about my use of the not-a-word word "flatteredness.")

Recommendation: The Olive Tree and her Seaweed Patch

This is a great, well written, very original, fluffy, albeit slightly strange, one shot Percabeth story. Basically, Percy's a patch of seaweed and Annabeth's an olive tree. I'm pretty sure it's set in Ancient Greece. This is one of the reviews, which I think is very true: "Did I expect to be crying over plants? No. No. No. Am I? Yes." -Abbie the Greenie

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