Prompt(s) from Gabbie519: WOW! Percy thinks!; Love story by Taylor Swift; Thalia acting as an interviewer

(And an idea from Kaytlan's review)

Dun dun dun de dun dun. News-station worthy music plays from near the camera, followed by Thalia saying very dramatically, "Today in Half-Blood Hill News, we have interviews with the newest batch of campers, some of them from Morpheus, Euphrosyne, and Apollo. Now, here's Grover with the weather."

"Ah, Thalia, we all know that I don't do the weather. I talk about the upcoming satyr news," Grover said, sounding a bit worried. (Most likely worried by what Thalia would do to him for correcting her.)

"Yeah, okay, then how about you just– review a song, just for like, today, since I misplaced my meteorologist."

"Er– Okay, why not. Any particular genre–?"

"Here, I'll just play the first song on your iPod, then you'll tell us about it."

"Wait–"

Music started playing; a guitar, and a faint almost drum-like noise. "We were both young, when I first saw you–"

"HEY, turn it off!"

Thalia snickered. "Well, there you have it, folks."

There was a rush of sound, like water in a tsunami. There were a couple screams, but someone yelled out that there wasn't any actual water. Then they gasped.

"Where is my son?"

"I– Ah– Poseidon– I guess he's– eating gyros? It is lunch." Grover said, his voice shaking slightly.

"So he's still sleeping, then?"

"Ah– yeah."

Whoever was filming followed Poseidon (along with the camp) to Percy's cabin. There was knocking (or, more appropriately, banging) and Percy's voice yelled from inside. "Go away, Grover!"

"Percy, I need to talk to you."

There were noises that made it obvious Percy was scrambling.

"Oh, hello, Dad..."

"Did you really eat sushi?"

"I– It– But– They made me!"

"Mr. Poseidon, we merely suggested Percy expand his eating habits."

"Thalia!"

"We'll speak later." There was the water rushing noise again, and then it was stone-dead-quiet, as if someone had just been murdered.

Except for Thalia's hysterical laughter.

"Really, I'm glad I can't eat lightning or anything." Suddenly, the news-station music played again, and Thalia said in her best newscaster voice, "So what does Perseus Jackson think of what just happened?"

"Ooh, I can tell you!" Percy's voice was sarcastic and the tiniest bit higher pitched. "'Wow,' Percy thinks, 'My friends are a–"

"WELL THAT'S ALL THE TIME WAS HAVE FOR TODAY! Thank you, folks, until next time! This has been a Half-Blood-Hill News Network Broadcast!"