-Sadie Kane-
Sunrise came slowly, Amos urging that we walk to the nearest museum to head home. The demigods planned to travel back on the Argo II, something about Leo being unwilling to ditch it. We packed up and started saying our goodbyes. Annabeth, Hazel, Piper, and I exchanged addresses to keep contact. Leo managed to hunt down my uncle to test out a saxophone he managed to make last night. And the Twenty-First Nome exchanged laughs and hugs with the demigods, a sign that coming along was completely worth it.
"Maybe we can do a group date," Piper suggested.
"Make that a picnic then, I highly doubt a fancy restaurant will want to put up with us," Annabeth humored.
"That sounds like an awesome idea," Hazel supported.
"Sometime next month?" I offered. "Hopefully nothing comes up that would urge me out of Brooklyn."
"Agreed," Annabeth smiled. "That sounds great, we'll further details along the way then. Just have to pitch the idea to the guys."
"Alright, I can't wait," I grinned and exchanged hugs with them. "See you girls later then!"
I strolled casually towards my uncle, who was comparing notes with Leo on the saxophone model. "You may actually want to get rid of this extra weight on the side," he gestured to the left side of it, which looked beyond complex. "Don't need that much metal to ensure it works. In fact, I think it's probably doing the opposite."
Leo quickly scribbled notes on a small notepad. "And, once you get the chance, you are going to want cork where the mouthpiece connects," Amos added as he observed the saxophone again. "Now you've struck my musical side. Are you planning on taking up saxophone?"
Leo nodded towards him now, eager eyes, "It's just a matter of if I can control my fire-hand problem."
Amos nodded in understanding, "You and Walt have something in common then. You'll adjust eventually, no matter how many saxophones you go through to stop setting them on fire." He gently handed the saxophone back to him, which Leo took with great care. "You have a talent; don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Building a saxophone in a night takes a great amount of skill, skill that I have never seen anyone have."
Leo blushed to the compliment. "Thank you for the help," he added, which Amos nodded.
Leo left for the Argo II, probably to put the saxophone away. "You have a big fan," I teased my uncle.
"It's rare to come upon a devoted fan of Jazz," Amos smirked at me knowingly, which I blushed guiltily. "But a general fan of music is a friend of mine no matter what genre."
Big shout out to fellow musicians!
So, another question. What is your favorite music genre?
I say I love everything. Metal, Alternative, Classical, Dubstep, Jazz, you name it I probably have it on my ipod. But to pick one, it would be Alternative because of the very first CD I received, Weathered by Creed.
I'm thinking I will finish up the chapters for this story today. I have little one-shots I want to post up soon that follow after these events.
