Apollo groaned when a ray of Sunshine fell onto his face. He huddled deeper under his blankets. It was still early, what did he have to... Wait. He was hit by a ray of sunshine. At high speed he jumped out of bed and ran to the window. He was just in time to see Ra rise to the skies in his sunbark. He sighed deeply. Well, better get ready for a new day of work, then. He at least had to be earlier in the sky than Sol.

Yeah, of course not. Apollo managed to dress himself according to the newest fashion, position of Venus and Mars, his mood and the place where Leonardo Dicaprio was at that moment. So, a blue t-shirt with grey jeans and white shoes (it was well thought out, alright). He walked out of his back door, to the stable with the sun horses in it, and got distracted by a random leaf on the path.

He sunk to his knees. 'My, my, my... Now this really shows the magnificence of of nature...' His voice trailed away. He felt it coming. It was like a tiger hitting him. It was... inspiration.

Apollo forgot all about having to be the sun and all that boring junk. Ra, Amaterasu and all the others would have to do it that day. Apollo strided to the room where he kept his musical instruments. What should he compose this magnificent piece on? The grand piano? Guitar? Violin? He shivered with excitement and skipped into the room, only to see Meg sitting on top of his grand piano.

She waved. 'Hey. Whatcha doing?' Apollo's expression went from heavenly happiness to sour grape in two seconds. 'I was going to compose a new masterpiece on that grand piano you are sitting on, but that is impossible now that you are here unexpectedly and you made me forget my idea!'

'Than it probably wasn't worth remembering.'

'Tsk.' Apollo huffed.

Meg hopped off of the grand piano. 'Aren't you the god of music? Can't you just think of something new?'

Apollo gasped at the idea. 'Do you know nothing of art? Of course I can't just think of something new! Well, I could, but then it wouldn't be any good!'

Meg shrugged. 'You got anything to drink?' Apollo scoffed.

'Only if you come into the garden to drink it so I can get new inspiration from the autumn leaves.'

'Deal,' Meg answered, already walking towards the garden. Apollo grumbled, pulled his ukelele of the wall and followed her down the hall.

Now, autumn on Olympus is flat out gorgeous and it is very difficult to not get inspired when you see the leaves fly around. Apollo had to admit, Meg darting around the garden and making plants grow really helped the atmosphere get better.

Half an hour later, Apollo was really starting to relax. He saw Ra's boat high above him, being the sun so that he didn't have to. Apollo took one deep, deep breath. The next moment it felt like his head exploded with ideas. He slowly got up, his eyes glowing. He felt the energy running through his body. Slowly, he picked up his ukelele.

'Meg?'

'Yeah, what?' Meg asked, popping up next to Apollo out of a pile of leaves.

'I am going to Shenandoah national park,' he answered, with a slightly dreamy tone. 'The autumn is beautiful there. Could you just amuse yourself for a little while?'

Meg pinched him in the stomach. 'I am coming with you. Also, how weren't you startled?'

Apollo was at such a high level of ecstasy that he could ignore that last comment. 'No, you can't, Demeter will kill me.'

'You're immortal.'

'Your mother has some serious power, Meg.'

'That you dare say that out loud just signals that I should go with you. You might walk straight into a river out of inspiration and get a cold.'

'I am immortal, I cannot get a cold! You'll stay here, I will get back in the evening and then we can talk or otherwise I will just bring you straight to camp half-blood and tell Chiron to keep an extra sharp eye on you!'

So, as you probably expected, ten minutes later Apollo and Meg were walking around in the woods of Shenandoah. Apollo had already shaken off that he had wanted to go alone. The woods were so beautiful and the inspiration was still oozing through his godly vanes - why would he waste time staying angry and a thirteen year old? (and also Meg stopped him from walking straight down a cliff multiple times).

He slowly strummed on his ukelele. 'I have a new problem!' When Meg didn't answer, he decided to just continue talking. 'Now I cannot choose what to play! It's all so... so...' Apollo tripped over his words trying to describe the magnificent ideas in his head.

'So... I just don't know, Meg! That's how magnificent it all is!' He eventually managed to say. He looked around. Meg was nowhere to be seen. He felt a bit of panic rising in his chest. 'Meg?' No answer.

'Meg!' Apollo yelled. His voice was a pitch higher than usual. Not that he was worried about Meg having dropped into a river or of a cliff herself, obviously.

'Meg?! Meg!' He yelled. He didn't even realise he sounded maniacal at this point. He screeched at the top of his lungs when Meg appeared in front of him - by which I mean she dangled out of a tree by her legs, right in front of his face. She rolled her eyes.

'I was gone for not even a minute, Apollo.' Apollo picked her out of the tree and put her onto her feet. 'What if you fell into the river, huh? Then you would have been dead!'

'The river is a few miles away, I think.'

'You think. Sure. Now stay right next to me or you might die.' Apollo closed his eyes and played an angry riff on his ukelele. After ten seconds, he realised that closing his eyes wasn't a very good idea. Luckily, Meg didn't walk away again.

After fifteen minutes, Apollo stopped walking. He pouted and sunk to the ground. 'I have made enough notes here. I can't think of anything else.'

'Notes? You haven't written down anything!' Meg answered.

'I did in my head! I am a god! I don't forget what is really important!'

'Are you sure? Because...' Meg couldn't even end her sentence. Apollo grabbed her by the hand and teleported them both straight to Disneyland Paris.

He looked around for some time. 'Oh, ew.'

'What ew? It's disney world!'

'Disneyland. And it is gross. I wanted to go to the eiffel tower.'

Meg took a deep breath. 'Boring.' Apollo decided not to even react to that, but just grab her by the arm and hurl her to the Champs Elysees.

Apollo looked around. Meg coughed. Apollo immediately stopped looking around and instead grabbed Megs' chin to look at her neck. 'What was that? Are you sick?' Meg pushed him away.

'No. Go get inspiration or something.' She looked around the Champs Elysees. 'Oh, look, waffles.' Apollo thought about that comment for a second. 'Waffles are very, very inspirational. Let's go eat waffles, Meg.' He grabbed her hand and walked her to the nearest traffic light.

'Man, I never thought...'

'You do not find Paris inspirational enough? We haven't even finished our waffles and it is Paris!' Meg answered before Apollo could finish what he was saying. He shot her a mean look.

'No, I wanted to say I have never had a waffle like this. It is great.' His lips quivered. Meg stared him dead in the eye (Or straight in the chest, now and then. Meg wasn't that tall and looking up for so long strained her neck).

'Alright, I think Berlin might be better and Demeter's' waffles are nicer. But these are pretty good as well.' Maybe it was because of the complement to her mother, but Meg didn't even mind when Apollo teleported them both to Berlin.

'You know, it is sort of fun to see something of the world like this,' Meg muttered while Apollo dragged her towards the brandenburger tor, of which he expected to get the idea for the song of a lifetime - the longer he had to wait for the wave of inspiration to hit, the better the song would be.

'Look! Isn't it wonderful!?' Apollo cheered, while wildly gesturing at the brandenburger tor. Meg stared at it for three whole seconds.

'Looks old. Isn't there anything else closeby?'

Apollo would of course never hurt a child. But that comment on this work of ancient architecture made him feel like just leaving here right there and teleporting back to Olympus and running a nice warm bath so he could inspiration from that. Yet, he didn't, because he was so nice.

Because he was so nice, he let Meg look at the brandenburger tor for another half an hour while he made mental notes. After that, he decided that it had been enough. 'Meg?' She shrugged.

'No.'

'I am going home and you're coming along.'

She stood up. 'Of course. Can I help with the song?'

'Maybe,' Apollo said, while teleporting back to Olympus.

When they arrived, Meg yawned. 'I'm tired.'

'It's only one 'O clock!'

'You don't get tired from teleporting around?' She yawned again. Apollo sighed deeply. Demigods, I swear. 'Come, we'll have lunch. That'll give you more energy and I can write my song.'

It didn't give Meg more energy. She fell asleep while Apollo was humming to himself and scribbling something onto an expensive piece of paper (It had golden lines).

Meg woke up in the Demeter cabin. She turned around and saw a sticky note attached to her pillow. She tore it off and held it above her head. There was a haiku scribbled on it in Apollo's not very neat handwriting. Meg groaned and held it above her head.

I wrote a neat song

Based on our trip this tuesday

Hope you read this first.

Meg rolled her eyes. That afternoon, during lunch, when she had to sacrifice some food to the gods, she not only gave some food to Demeter, but also to Apollo. 'We were out on a saturday and it is sunday now, Nerd,' She whispered to the flames.

Apollo took a deep breath. He smelled M&M's and Brocolli. His eyes narrowed. Megs' favorite. He heard her comment and grinned to himself. He knew she had thrown a bigger portion than usual into the fire.