Percy Jackson!

"Isn't there a way you could make and pass out copies of lyrics? People would at least have time to learn the chorus."

“There might be a printer in the Big House? I… I really don’t know if Chiron would be a fan of that. I can learn other songs, it’s not a big deal.” Trent mumbled, embarrassed.

"It wouldn't hurt to ask. Plus, you're the one performing, not Chiron."

“Yes, but he is the one who needs to purchase ink and paper.” Trent sighed. “If you believe it is worth pursuing then I suppose it would be alright.”

Lydia smirked. She like this girl. “You know how to pick locks?”

Ophelia nodded, smiling a bit. "I can offer to pay off the ink and paper, anyway. I have enough saved up. And of course I know how to pick locks. It's an important life skill."

Lydia was loving this girl more and more. “We can pay it off later, and I happen to know that there’s a printer in the Big House, first floor, locked room.”

"You can't stay in the Hermes cabin and not pick up the skill. Pun intended." She shocked herself with the attempt at a joke, something she hadn't done in a while.

“Wait, wait! Breaking in is against the rules. They give us a safe place to reside over the summer! This is no way to repay them!”

Lydia thought to herself ‘well, crap.’ As the girl talked. “Are we going or what?”

"Technically, I've almost died a countless number of times on quests for them."

“And I don’t really care if I get in trouble. You can stay here with Sammy.” Lydia lied. She did care, but was in an odd, impulsive mood.

"If you and your brother share the same charming qualities, I'm sure it'll be fine."

Lydia raised an eyebrow. “Why don’t we get a head start, scope out the place?”

Ophelia stood slowly. "Ready when you are."

Lydia stepped off the dining pavilion, leading the way to the Big House. “I have a Bobby pin, you got anything better?”

Trent sighed and looked at Sammy. “Does she just ignore you too?”

Sam nodded. “She’s stubborn.”

She reached into the pocket of her leather jacket, pulling out a small lock picking set as she followed. "I've got something more professional. What song?"

“Shoot.” Lydia spun back around, yelling, “What song?”

“I noticed.” Trent sighed. “Well, what do you want to do while the girls go rule-breaking?”

He glared up at Lydia. “I’m not helping you with this in any way! I don’t condone your actions!”

"Coward." Ophelia deadpanned, picking through the set.

“Fine!” Lydia called. She turned to Ophelia. “No idea, what do you think?”
“Hmmmm….. Lydia’s shown you the beach, I presume?” Sam replied to Trent.

Trenton nodded. “You wish to go there?”

“She’s forgotten her sword there.” Sam said.

"I'm not sure. You've known him longer than I."

“Of course she did, let’s go get it.” Trent stood up and stretched.

“I’ve known him since breakfast.” Lydia smirked.
Sam stood up.

"Still, longer. Think of a few you've heard or like. We can work from there."

“He said country?”