The Next Chapter of Our Lives

Arguments Concerts and Interviews

Two figures stood across from each other and by the looks of it they were arguing. There were a man and a woman, the man had curly blond hair, sky blue eyes, and sun-kissed tan skin. He was wearing dark colored jeans and a grey shirt. The woman had raven black colored hair with a strip of grey and a striped blue. Her eyes were peculiar, they were sea green and looked like a galaxy. The woman wore an orange t-shirt with a black pegasus and the initials CHB just above the middle and jean shorts to go with it. Both looked to be around 20 years old and strong enough to kill you in one swift move.

The two stood by the side of a small coffee table that was surrounded by dark leather couches. A guitar stood in the corner of the room next to a small glass table where a small speaker, lamp, and phone filled the table. The phone was connected to the speaker via Bluetooth and was playing some music that could not be heard over the rising voices over the two.

"WELL I'M SORRY IF THESE PEOPLE ARE 'NOT YOUR TYPE' APOLLO I JUST-"

"YOU DON'T WANT THEM TO HAVE THE SAME CHILDHOOD AS YOU DID OR ANNABETH OR SOME OTHER ABUSED AND OR NEGLECTED CHILD! I've heard it a million times," The man, Apollo, yelled back but whispered the last part. He looked at the pictures on the coffee table and back at the woman, "They're not my type because you are my type not any of these people," he gestured his hand to the pictures scattered on the table, "you are the one I love Persi and I don't want to go their houses and spend the night just so the camps have medics and archers. I'd rather bless some demigods instead."

Persi' gazed softened as she wrapped her arms around his neck and looked him in the eye, "I know you don't want to do it but you can't bless random demigods and force them to take the jobs that are mostly meant for your children and the ones who choose to be trained in these subjects. 3 a year, that's all I'm asking."

"Fine," He grumbled as she put her head on his chest. His arms were wrapped her waist pulling her close to him. He kissed the top of her head and breathed in her scent.

<Time Skip to a few days later Do da do da do>

Persi stood on a stage with three other people, 2 girls, and one boy, the four were great friends and had formed a band when they were merely 16. Persi scanned the crowd but she looked different. This time she had brown hair, blue eyes and she was wearing an ocean blue tee shirt with the words "The Brokens" on it with some jeans to go with. It seems the world still doesn't know her real identity. Persi smiled sadly as the concert was basically overseeing as all that was left was the "fans' choice" song and this time they had decided to choose Recovery by James Arthur. Behind Persi one of the other girls, Ashley, began playing the keyboard.

Ashley had allowed her hair to go back to the natural chocolate color it was before she exotically dyed it. She had on her lilac band tee that displayed the same words as Persi's and some jeans. Her dark brown eyes and pale skin slightly contradicted under the bright stage lights. Beside her was her best friend, and boyfriend, Liam who is the drummer for the band.

Liam too had exotically dyed his hair a few years back but still hasn't allowed it back to its original shade. Liam's hair started off yellow fading into an orange then red. His hair wasn't drastically long or long at all as it went just below his ears. He had green eyes light colored skin and he was wearing his butterscotch yellow band tee.

Beside Persi was her best friend since they were kids, Jazmin. Jazmin had tan skin from going to the beach too often with Persi, sapphire colored eyes and chestnut colored hair with auburn highlights. She was roughly 5'4" while Ashley stood around 5'3". Liam was 5'9" and our favorite heroine is 5'5". Let's listen to the sound.

The keyboard was being softly played by Ashley and a few seconds later Liam began to sing.