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This song used is called Papercut and is by the band The Summer Set.
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Twenty Three (Percy):
"Hello?" I say into my phone that was just ringing.
"Perseus," the voice at the other end greets.
"Dad. What do you want?" I demand. "I'm really busy right now. I don't have time to chat, especially with you."
"Don't be so mean, son. We used to get along."
"Yeah, I somehow found a friend in your demon but now I know better than that." I snap. "You always find a way to get under my skin."
"Your uncles and I have made up our minds," he tells me. "You three are coming back to our record deal."
"You don't have any say in that." I inform him.
"It's a decision that will be good for your future, Percy. Don't you want to be rich and famous one day?"
"But I'm both of those now," I remind him. "And I'm only sixteen. I'm far too young to be making decisions for my future."
"If you came back, we could mess around with your uncles like we used to," my father tries. "Remember how fun that was? We'd get in trouble just like we used to."
"If that's your sad excuse convincing my cousins and I that it's a good idea to come back to your record deal, just stop now." I order. "It's not working."
"Fine." He sighs. "But we need you to come back. Our record company has gone downhill without you three. We're failures without you. We're losing more money than we have. We're such a mess."
"Why do you think you're such a mess?" I demand. "You caused your own son to disband you because you prefer your company and your fame than your own child. Maybe if you stopped caring so much about your image and more about your family, we'd consider coming back to you. But in reality, we both know that will never happen."
"Percy… that's not true," he says. "I do care about you. Which is why I'm concerned about your drinking problem…"
"I don't have a drinking problem! And don't even lie to me," I fume. "If you actually cared about me, you wouldn't have left mom."
"I left her for…"
"Your image," I cut him off. "Everything has to do with your image. My image. My freaking band's image!" I shout. "Images aren't everything in life dad. Call me when and only when you realize that." I quickly hang up my phone before he can respond.
"Hey," Nico says as he walks over to me. "You okay?"
"No," I sigh. "I just… I don't get people. Why do people seem to think it's okay to use others for their own benefit? It's not even like the other person gets something in return. They're actually being tortured while the other guy just laughs about it."
"Your dad called you, didn't he?" he guesses.
"Yeah," I reply. "How'd you know?"
"Uncle Zeus called Thalia and my dad called me. They should at least plan it out differently. They can be so stupid sometimes," Nico shakes his head. "But cheer up, alright? We've got to go on stage in a few minutes. At least try and look happy."
"I'll try," I assure him. "It might not work though."
"Oh, it better work." Nico smirks. "Thalia and I are planning another revenge on Zach."
"When are you two going to be done with that?" I ask him. "You've already made his girlfriend breakup with him and wrote an angry song about him."
"Two," Nico replies. "Two angry songs. I'm singing my second one tonight. But songs mean nothing to him. His girlfriend didn't even mean anything to him. The only person who actually means something to him is Ariella."
"No…" I shake my head slowly. "You're not going to do what I'm thinking you're going to do, right?"
Nico grins. "Depends on what you're thinking."
"Percy, Thalia, and Nico report to the stage." A voice on the intercom says.
"I've got to get my guitar, but don't do it Nico. You'll be no better than him if you do it!" I shout as I begin to run back to my dressing room. I grab both my acoustic guitar and my electric guitar. You never know what songs you're going to end up playing. I didn't even write one… Something will come to me. They always do.
I run back to the stage area. I quickly put in the ear plugs and get my microphone. I'm kind of upset that we don't get to make cool entrances like we usually do when we perform. But what do you expect from a school auditorium? Nothing. You don't expect anything.
"You ready?" Thalia asks me as she walks up next to me.
"Yup," I nod. "Can I sing first?"
"Totally," she says. "Nico told me what happened. You're starting off with a slow song, aren't you?"
"Yup," I nod again.
"Ready?" Nico walks over in between us.
"Uh-huh." Thalia tells him. As if on cue, we all walk out on the stage at the same time. Cheers and screams greet our ears and it reminds me of the good old days… You know, those days when we didn't have to go to school.
I walk to the stool that is on the side of the stage and drag it to the middle. I don't really know why, but whenever we sing slow songs, we always sit on stools.
"Hello everybody!" Thalia shouts.
"How about we start off with a slow song?" I suggest. Even more cheering fills my ears as I sit down on the stool. "Good. Because there wasn't really an option not to." I smile to let the audience know I am only joking. I slowly begin to strum my acoustic guitar before starting to sing.
How can you tell me that your minds made up
When I see you throwing pennies in a well for luck
And for what, we're not stuck here
Just keep messing around and get in trouble,
like we used to, like we're used to
How can you tell me that your minds made up
When we're just sixteen, we're much too young
to make decisions 'bout the future
Where we wanna be for now
Nothing's changing now, nothing's changing my,
papercut doesn't hurt that much
You sneak under my skin like, the first time we touched
You're not out of luck, you just, think too much
Are you over your head or just holding your breath
Why do you think you're such a mess?
How can you tell me that you're scared to jump
When you dove head first down the well for luck
And I saved you when you got stuck
You're not as scared with the people you love
Oh, how can you tell me that I drink too much
What's the fun in never fucking up
Got no decisions about the future
running through my head for now
Nothing's changing no, I'm not changing this
papercut doesn't hurt that much
You sneak under my skin like the first time we touched
You're not out of luck you just think too much
Are you over your head or just holding your breath
Why do you think your such a mess?
You're not alone, I found a friend in your demon
so you don't have to see them
You're not alone, no you just don't know who you are...
My papercut doesn't hurt that much
You sneak under my skin like the first time we touched
You're not out of luck you just think too much
Are you over your head or just holding your breath
My papercut doesn't hurt that much
You sneak under my skin like the first time we touched
You're not out of luck you just think too much
Are you over your head or just holding your breath
Why do you think you're such a mess?
How can you can tell me that your minds made up
When I see you throwing pennies in a well for luck
And for what, we're not stuck here
Just keep messing around and get in trouble
like we used to, like we used to...
I stand up and kick the stool over as the crowd cheers even louder than I've ever heard before. I always knew I was the favorite Siren. But actually.
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