Tratie: Ever Enough (Book 1) AU

The Studio

Disclaimer :

Me: do I hafta?

Travis : Yes I need them to hear my awsome talent

Me : FINE!

I do not own any PJO or hoo books or series except for my fanfictions.

Those are MINE I TELL YOU, MINE!

Anyways, back to the story.

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P. s all of the chapters are gonna be Travis unless I write so. Just wanted to throw that out there so I don't have to do the pov thing anymore.

As I pulled up to the gates a voice came out of nowhere and I started.

Demigod Labels, please state your business.

"Uumm, I'm here to meet Apollo?"

It came out more like a question.

Oooohhh, you must be Travis?

"Yeah,"

Come on in! Just a sec. I'm Annabeth by the way.

"Thanks Annabeth,"

The gates slid open with ease and I drove through.

I parked and walked into the lobby-well, I think it was a lobby.

It was huge.

It was at least 100 feet long and at least 20 feet wide-and sun yellow.

Everything was yellow-including the light-so it was hard to see without squinting.

As my eyes adjusted I looked around and I walked in awe.

The ceiling-which was over 30 feet tall- had a beautiful mural of the greek god Apollo - go figure - riding his sun chariot across the sky.

I walked up to the front desk and saw who I assumed was Annabeth.

"Hi I'm Travis Stoll and I'm here to see Apollo?"

"Aaahhh you must be him,"

Said the blonde.

She called up to his office and notified Apollo that I was here.

"Go up to Studio B,"

She told me and told me where it was.

"Thank you so much,"

Annabeth smiled kindly and said,

"No problem!"

I found studio B and stood there and gawked.

The booth was inhumanly big.

The recording room itself was the size of my apartment itself.

Decked out with everything you could think of,

Three couches, a full sized refrigerator, guitars, pianos, drums, everything.

I walked in and picked up a guitar and looked at the brand.