Percy

In the studio, I was waiting for the engineer to come and start recording. He's never late. Not once. Finally, he came in.

"Sorry Percy. Something went wrong with the sound equipment."

"All cool G man" Grover is not only the engineer, he's also my manager.. He convinced me to send "Tomorrow" to Free Records. He's been managing me ever since.

"Let's get started." I picked up my twelve string acoustic and started playing. For hours later, the new album was half way done. Working on the album is fun, but can take a lot out of you. I told Grover that I was going to Maine for a few days, and that I'll finish the album there.

"Alright Percy. See you in a few days." I nodded and left for the airport. Unlike most musicians, I don't mind taking the public plane. Ok, so I go on in disguise. Truth be told, I just throw on sunglasses and a blond wig and bam, I'm someone else. So, yeah. It's fun to go as someone else. Reminds me of Paul McCartney. So, after a three hour flight, we landed in Orland Airport. I rented a car, and drove to the cabin I used to visit when I was a kid. My dad was always traveling for his carpentry business. On his days off, he would take me to the cabin. I always had so much fun here.

"Now, we go to Percy's manager, Mr. Grover Underwood, to talk about the release of his new album Summer Time Changes. Mr. Underwood, why delay Percy's new album till now?" Great, now the media may know where I am. Thanks a lot radio shows.

"Percy wanted the album to be the way he wanted. His previous album was released under pressure from his former producer. And the material written was rushed by the producer as well. So, now that I'm producing his music, the album had been better than before, and will be released shortly." I smiled. Good old Grover, protecting the release date, and where I'm going. After the big flop of my last album, I fired the producer, and hired Grover to be my producer. Now, I just need two more songs before the album is finished. After two hours, I arrived at the cabin. I looked around. Nothing changed after the last two years. Good to be here.

Annabeth

Ugh, I hate writers block. I started writing the beginning to Today, but now I'm lost. And it sucks. I sigh and put down my guitar. I wonder if all musicians have this kind of problem writing music. I layed down to think, and the next thing I knew, I woke up with the rest of the song. I quickly wrote it down, and did a test play. It was perfect. I smiled as I walked back to the house. Things may just work out in the end. My father married this bitch of a women, and makes fun of me for liking folk music.(Yup, been there) No doubt I'll hear it again. Sure enough, it happened as soon as I walked through the back door.

"Well, looks like the hippie decided to come home." She sneered as I walked through the door.

"Look who came back from hell." I shot back, right as my father came in through the door.

"Annabeth, don't use that kind of language toward your mother." Now, I don't normally go off on my dad. He bought me my first guitar, to my first Percy Jackson album. He believed I would be the first in my family to make beautiful music. But this time, I just lost it.

"She is not my real mother! You made a dumb mistake leaving mom, and marring this bitch! All she does is bully me, make fun of me, and abuses me when you're not here. If you can't see that, then I know when I'm not wanted. Goodbye, and good fucking riddance." I pushed by my dad, mouth wide open, and went upstairs to pack some cloths, my guitar, my songs, and some money I earned from work and preforming. My dad meet me halfway down the stairs.

"Annabeth, please don't go. I know she is hard headed, but things will get better." Once again, I lost it.

"No dad. Everything got better for you. What about me? You care more of her, that bitch who HITS your daughter as soon as you leave for work! I've shown you the marks and bruises. But no, she was just playing. Well, fuck off dad. You have my number, call me when you divorce this devil, and get back with mom." With that, I left. Not before giving her a swift one, two punch in the jaw. With no clue where I'm going, I left. Running from the abuse and the bullying in that house.

So I didn't get the reviews. But I needed something to do, so I'm posting this up. R&R please. Also, ideas are accepted.