My name is Stacy Krivkov.

My first day at camp, New York had record low temperatures and it was January. I was claimed when I was younger, but had managed to keep a low profile demigod wise and only ended up coming to camp because I seriously couldn't stand being alone anymore.

Honestly, I would have done it sooner if I hadn't kept getting lost.

Anyway, everyone believed me when I said I was a daughter of Apollo. Probably helped that I was so nervous that I kept humming the Scooby-Doo theme song and sending that poor satyr in the house into a sort of trance. I never could figure out why the Scooby-Doo theme song seemed to do that to nature spirits.

Anyway, I ended up in the right cabin. From there on out it was…well, sort of boring. I mean, there were people! But making friends is easier for some and harder for others. Me, I've always been an open book. I've got this obsession with keeping my life as truthful and honest as possible. I blame the fact that sometimes my father is attributed as being the god of Truth. Like, seriously, pick a subject and stick with it. My God.

Cassie Dellaro—a daughter of Hermes—was the first to test the limits of my honesty. But she really wasn't pushy about it. She was sneaky. When she pushed me into a place of lies, she would then change the subject. But she still had a way of just getting me to blurt out my secrets.

Anyway, she quickly became my best friend at camp. Even helped me and Vince get together.

Which is how it came to pass that Vince, son of Ares, was listening to me and Austin play a bluesy duet.

Austin stopped again, "You're flat."

"No, I'm not. The chord progression just isn't right. I told you, I have to play around with this part a bit and fix it. Let me do my thing." I argued.

Kayla snickered, "Yeah, Austin, stop being such a control freak."

Vince grunted, "is this a regular occurrence?"

Will sighed, "Actually, our cabin took a pretty big hit in numbers with the last four or five battles, so it's been a while since we've had two virtuosos in the cabin. Haven't since Peggy…"

Vince nodded, "Ah, yeah, Preggers Peggy."

"Vince!" I squeaked.

Austin snorted, "I thought our cabin was the only one that called her that."

"Dude, it was so obvious why she left." Vince shook his head.

I played a dissonant chord.

My cabin cringed and Vince's lip curled.

"I don't think that was right." My boyfriend said. "I thought you were supposed to be like a virtuoso? Don't you know that doesn't sound right?"

I could have lovingly slapped his face.

"Let's try it one more time." I heard my voice go to that sickeningly sweet tone that I used to use on my stepfather. Whoops. Sorry, not sorry.

Austin sighed and put his saxophone to his lips.

"One, two, three,"

We started playing.

This time I put everything I had into it.

Austin rose to the occasion.

When we finished, Will was the only one who was partially coherent, and even then, he was acting terribly slow. Even Chiron was in a daze.

Austin and I did the logical thing.

We decided to pull a Hermes cabin and set everyone up for pranks. Then we climbed onto the roof of the Demeter cabin with ice cream sundaes and talked cord progressions while Will absentmindedly waved his hand in front of his boyfriend's face.

Cassie appeared beneath us, hands spread in a clueless gesture, "What happened?"

Austin and I stared at her, then at each other.

"Where were you?"

She shrugged, "I went off to get some alone time. Had my headphones in so I thought I missed the conch horn blowing for lunch…but…" She gestured around.

I glanced nervously at Austin, then held up the ice cream supplies next to me, "Ice cream sundae?"

Her eyes narrowed, "What did you two do?"

"We played with a little too much soul." Austin offered with a cautious smile.

Cassie climbed up next to me, "Fine, but I want extra chocolate. And you better have pinned this on someone other than my cabin."

"Oh, don't worry about that. It's so extensive that everyone will probably assume it was done by Hermes himself. Which is why we totally dedicated this elaborate, Apollo sent opportunity of pranking to him and have now worked him into the title of our song. Respect where it's due, right?" I tried one of my winning smiles.

Cassie just shook her head, "This place is so messed up. Make that triple chocolate."

"Coming right up." Austin said, helping me make it.

Then we sat back to watch the sunset while Austin played soft jazz and we waited for utter chaos.

Vince didn't ever figure out that it was me that made all of his clothes pink with purple hearts all over.