Percy's Musical Talents

HeroesOfOlympus
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So, please leave some comments down below for more songs for what character to sing! Okay, I know I know, I'm blabbering again. On with Chapter 5!

Chapter 5

Apollo's P.O.V
I snapped my fingers and all the lights in the throne room turned off and the only light was coming from the stage and Hestia's fire.

I carefully scanned through the crowd, deciding who to choose. I was obviously going to save the best for last which was the seven demigods. Suddenly, it came to me like Zeus striking me with his master bolt when I told on him to Hera.

"Clarisse (Tell me in the comments below if I spelt it wrong) La Rue! Head counsellor of Ares cabin! Come on up!" I eagerly replied an everyone cheered loudly, especially the Ares cabin. The clashed their weapons and roared their encouragement which consisted of:

"GO CLARISSE! POUND THAT APOLLO ON THE HEAD IF HE MAKES YOU EMBARRASSED!"

"SING A TORTURE SONG!"

"CAN YOU STAB SOMEONE IN THE CROWD WHILE DANCING?!?!"

"DRAW A BLOODY WAR CLARISSE!"

I glared at them all but they either just shot murderous looks at me or sharpened their swords while pointing them at me. I gulped and turned to Ares and started arguing with him telepathically.

"Your children are horrible, can't you keep them calm?" I gritted my teeth while shooting a glare at Ares. Ares laughed loudly and answered back, "My children are perfectly fine! How about yours you punk?"

Before I could shoot back a remark to Ares, Clarisse stood in front of me, hands crossed and frowning at me.

"Are we gonna get this over and done with or what?" She growled at me as she snatched the microphone in my hands when I was about to give it to her.

"Sheesh..." I muttered under my breath. "What song will you be singing Clarisse and the song has to be dedicated to someone!" I questioned and exclaimed at the same time while smirking evilly at her.

She stood there, balling her fists and growled at me, "Heart Attack by Demi Lovato. For... My boyfriend, Chris Rodriguez."

Aphrodite and her children squealed and cheered as Chris and Clarisse blushed as red as a tomato. I nodded at her and started playing the song.

But you, make me wanna act like a girl! Paint my nails and wear high heels, yes you make me so nervous that I just can't hold your hand!" Clarisse sang the chorus as most people covered their ears from her screeching singing but Chris stared at her, transfixed while drooling.

I showed on the huge screen a flashback with Clarisse and Chris.

-FLASHBACK-

Clarisse's P.O.V
Running in the Labyrinth, my heavy breathing echoing. I looked behind me, checking if the monsters were still there.

I am Clarisse La Rue, I am scared of nothing. I chanted in my head over and over again.

Leaning against the wall, I panted heavily and placed my head in my hands. "Oh gods... Why did I come here..."

Suddenly, at the corner of my eye I saw light.

Normal sunlight.

Gasping, I ran towards it, excited. If it was sunlight, it meant an escape from this evil place. I looked up and saw an escape, with trees and chirping of birds.

Jumping and grabbing the edge of the escape, I pulled myself up and fell onto grass. I breathed in the scent of fresh grass and sighed. Looking at the sun, I could have never been happier.

I was out! Of the labyrinth! I was lucky I was still alive.

After a few minutes, I finally got off the grass and dusted my torn jeans. Looking up, my brown eyes widened in fear and shock.

"Seriously? This place! The exit of the labyrinth had to be here didn't it?" I shouted at no one at particular. Before I could dash out of the place, I heard a familiar voice, a voice I never wanted to hear again.

"Clarisse?" I turned around and faced my worst nightmare.

Balling my fists and hardening my eyes, I managed to choke out, "Hello mother. Long time no see."

There stood my mother, thin and beautiful with curly brown hair pinned up in a bun while she wore a revealing baby pink dress.

My mother.

My worst nightmare.

She was everything I did and did not want to be. She was beautiful and was a famous model but no one at Camp matched her and me together due to the different looks.

My mother had curly brown hair and bright sparkling brown eyes. She wore fur coats, pink dresses, 6 inch high heels and carried Prada bags.

I was the complete opposite. I had a slightly curly brown hair and fierce brown eyes. I wore tattered jeans and liked to shred my Camp Half-Blood shirt. I always tied a messy ponytail and wore old converse shoes. I carried my weapon, Maimer wherever I went.

"Oh darling! I missed you so," my other gushed as she poked me in the arm. I rolled my eyes at her. My mother never truly loved me.

When she found out I was a violent girl with a burning passion for getting into fights, she would always cane me.

"Why can't you be more like me? Why can't you be girly?" She would always shriek at me and cane me before sending me up to my room.

She made me dress in pink girly dresses and before I went off the school everyday, she would tell me, "Remember darling, be girly!"

Anyway, my mother looked disgusted by my torn clothes. "Too much muscle... Like a man, you'll never get a boyfriend like that,"

At that, I frowned. Would...he like me if I was more girly? I shook my head, who cares what other people think? Except I cared about what he thought about me...

I recalled my past with my mother, she had no affection or love for me. She was always either scolding me for being too boyish or caning me.

"Come, let's go in and give you a bath and change you into some nice clean clothes!" She pointed at her mansion and ushered me into the front door.

Everything was the same when I ran away, pictures of my mother hung in every corner of the house. It was like the Aphrodite cabin but worst.

"Come, take a bath darling," my mother brought me into the toilet and gave me shampoo, conditioner and some body soap.

I shrugged, I needed a bath anyways. Usually I would be all about stinky and gross but after smelling the odour from my body I stepped into the bath and relaxed.

As I got out of the bath, I realised my mother did not give me anything to change into. I wore my Camp Half-Blood shirt and my dirty old jeans again and ventured the house.

I looked inside my old bedroom, it was still the same. Black wallpaper and an old drum kit sat in one corner. The homework I was doing that day when I ran away was still sitting there.

Everything was untouched, I saw the mouldy old pizza I ordered and left under my bed still there. I looked inside my closet, and found a T-shirt that used to be baggy but now fitted perfectly.

The T-shirt had the words 'Shut up or die punk' on it which I thought was great. I found an old torn leather jeans in my closet too and wore it. It had silver chains around the pockets, handy if I crossed werewolves or something.

I sighed and walked around my old bedroom. I took a military green backpack and put in some extra clothes, a pack of chewing gum, my drachmas, a bottle full of water and some food.

I slung the backpack over my shoulder as I walked out the front door. I dashed to the car garage and opened it. There were so many cars!

A Mercedes, a Porsche, a Maserati and a Bentley! I opened the car door of the Bentley and hopped inside. And sure enough, the key was in the driver's compartment.

I started the engine and drove out of the mansion, my old home once again. I was speeding past the Labyrinth exit when I slammed the breaks.

I paled while my eyes enlarged.

There he was.

The one I told everyone that I was going on a secret mission for.

Standing there in a daze was Chris Rodriguez, my long time and only crush from Camp Half-blood. Wen I noticed him missing when it was announced that Luke Castellan was evil, I knew he joined the other side.

He was walking around, while giggling. I slowly got out of the car and approached him.

"Chris?" I uncertainly asked him.

His eyes were all white as he stared at me. "No... NO!" He shouted while clutching his head. I immediately approached him and shook him.

"Chris? CHRIS!" I shouted. He looked at me and whimpered. He then collapsed on the floor, falling on top of me. I managed to scream before his body thumped against mine.

His eyes glazed over and it became his normal mischievous looking eyes. "Clarisse? Oh gods..." He muttered before he fainted with his lips pressed against mine.

His lips were soft and hard at the same time. I closed my eyes before realising what I was doing. I was making use of him. He may not even love me.

I threw him off of me and immediately got up. Trembling, I got into the car and parked right next to him. I pulled his arm and pushed him into the passenger seat of the car.

Dusting my hands, I sat in the driver's seat and revived the engine.

"I... I love you..." I heard him mummer under his breath.

I looked in the rear mirror and saw his handsome face. His rough features and sharp jaw line and his dark skin.

The mischievous twinkle in his eyes whenever he looked at me and the butterflies that would rise in my stomach when I saw him.

Gods, he was handsome. But he could love some other girl.

A girl that wasn't violent and looked like a boy.

A girl that was pretty as a princess, with straight blonde hair and wasn't violent.

A girl that wasn't me.

A tear rolled down my face and I wiped it off with the sleeve of my shirt. It did not matter. If he didn't love me, that was expected. I was the opposite of a girl.

Heaving a heavy sigh, I concentrated on the road and continued driving. And did not look back at him.

-FLASHBACK END-

Chris' P.O.V
When I heard Clarisse's thoughts, I was touched. She loved me, right from the start. Even when I thought how could a perfect girl like her, who could stand up for herself, love me even when I was bad?

I looked at her and a grin spread across my face. Even when she was pounding me, with her hair oily and her face glistening with sweat, she was still beautiful.

I gave her a thumbs up as she finished singing and I shouted, "I love you Clarisse La Rue!" She blushed before it was replaced with a mad frown and she stomped up to my seat.

As I leaned back, thinking she was going to punch me, she grabbed my face and pulled me in for a kiss.

When we wrapped our arms around each other and deepened the kiss, we heard wolf whistles and cheers. We separated with our foreheads touching and I pulled her to sit on my lap.

She punched my chest hard before curling up while she still held my neck.

"That was interesting... Thank you Clarisse and now we shall have..." Apollo winked as drum-rolls were heard in the background.

Ohhhh! Left you on a little cliffy there. I'm sorry if you think the chapters are getting worst. Tell me in the comments who you want to sing next and what song that person should sing! Also, I you are starting to dislike this story and you think it is boring, please leave some comments down below on how I can improve it or if I should just stop this story. Thanks for your support! Peace out,
HeroesOfOlympus

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