A/N: I'm so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so sorry that I haven't been posting! Here's Welcome to New York, song owned by the successful Taylor Swift and characters belong to Rick Riordan. Well, personalities of the gods at least. Please review!
Walking through the crowd
The village is aglow.
Kaleidoscope of loud
Heartbeats under coats.
There were lots of mortals, but none seemed to pay attention to the Olympians as they walked through the crowd in the winter. America had been busy, and it was now the center of seemingly everything. Apollo kept wincing at the terrible music, and Athena was rolling her eyes at the idiocy of the population, but other than that the gods were excited about their new home.
Everybody here wanted something more.
Searching for a sound they hadn't heard before.
The group of adults—much older than the seemed—passed a young man playing guitar on a street corner. His case lay open at his feet as he plucked and strummed the strings to create a small tune. With a glance behind him, Apollo stepped up to show the guitar player some tricks. In a few moments he was playing beautiful music.
"Where you from brother?" the man asked. Apollo explained that he had just moved there.
And I said
"Welcome to New York, it's been waiting for you!"
Welcome to New York, welcome to New York.
Welcome to New York, it's been waiting for you!
Welcome to New York, welcome to New York.
"Well welcome to New York," he replied, playing something on his guitar. "We've been needing someone who can control the terrible music around here!"
It's the newest soundtrack I could dance to this beat, beat forevermore.
The lights are so bright but they never blind me, me.
Welcome to New York, it's been waiting for you!
Welcome to New York, welcome to New York.
Many years later these memories were playing through Apollo's head as he put in his new Taylor Swift CD, 1989. As the Man Swiftie heard the first song, he remembered the young man he had meant on the streets. Later, he had gotten a record deal.
When we first dropped our bags
On apartment floors,
Took our broken hearts
Put them in a drawer.
Aphrodite, however, was a different story. She immediately ran up to her new room on Olympus, and forgot all of her past relationships with mortals. In a wooden desk drawer, she placed a dove's feather, a goose's beak, a rose, a tuft of rabbit fur, an apple seed, and some lettuce together. "To new love," she whispered.
Everybody here was someone else before,
And you can watch all you want, boys and boys and girls and girls!
And let's just say that love hit New York like a flock of snowy doves. As in, they'll peck at your eyes until you finally find someone who loves you back.
Welcome to New York, it's been waiting for you!
Welcome to New York, welcome to New York.
Welcome to New York, it's been waiting for you!
Welcome to New York, welcome to New York.
So Aphrodite smiled when Apollo would go running through the halls singing the song by Taylor Swift. Every now and then, she would walk out and join him. Both had different memories, but the message of the song was clear to both: New York was a place of change and new beginnings for all.
It's the newest soundtrack I could dance to this beat, beat forevermore.
The lights are so bright but they never blind me, me.
Welcome to New York, it's been waiting for you!
Welcome to New York, welcome to New York.
Now, the other gods hated this. But they all had their special memories. Zeus and his many mortal girlfriends, Hera and her many mortal victims, Artemis and her new followers and land, Ares and all of his new wars (Thanks dude. Please note my sarcasm), Dionysus and his new parties, Hestia and all the fireplaces everywhere, Poseidon and the sea to shining sea, Hades and the new underworld location of LA, Demeter and her many new fields of grain and lots of cereal eaters, Athena and all of the new scholars, not to mention the amazing architecture of this new land.
Like any great love, it keeps you guessing.
Like any real love, it's ever changing.
Like any true love, it drives you crazy.
But you know you wouldn't change anything, anything, anything…
Secretly, all of the gods hoped to be able to stay in New York. This was also the place they were when the world was saved twice, mind you. Not to mention that Poseidon didn't want to leave his kid. The god was a proud poppa.
Welcome to New York, it's been waiting for you!
Welcome to New York, welcome to New York.
Welcome to New York, it's been waiting for you!
Welcome to New York, welcome to New York.
It had truly felt like New York was waiting for the Greek Gods.
It's the newest soundtrack I could dance to this beat, beat forevermore.
The lights are so bright but they never blind me, me.
Welcome to New York, it's been waiting for you!
Welcome to New York, welcome to New York.
And maybe New York was waiting for them, too.