"Emo bastard." I hear as I walk past a few muscley guys.

I don't care what you asshats think. I think as I imagine slitting their throats.

"Is that him?" I hear a few girls ask eachother.

I look over to see who they're talking about, and they're staring at me with massive smiles. They start jumping up and down and look like they'll charge at me.

Ugh, the joys of being a band singer.

"I'd like a beer." I say to the barkeep as I lay out a few coins on the counter.

"Keep your money, Yarren, for you, the beers' are free."

As soon as the beer gets placed, I slide it to my right and let go, my eyes still facing forward.

A hand stops it and picks it up in a loose grip.

"Thanks Yarren." Darron says to me as he brings the glass to his lips.

A second glass gets placed in front of me and I grab it immediately and bring it to my own lips.

Seven drinks later, I feel like getting into a fight. Apparently, so does the guy on the opposite side of the bar.

We walk into each other and start pushing one another. Push turns to shove turns to punch turns to barfight.

I deal the finishing blow by kicking him in the crotch, and he falls to my feet.

Just then, I hear my name being asked around.

"If you're the paparazzi, then fuck off." I say to them through clenched teeth.

"Don't worry, I don't have a camera. My name's Annabeth Chase."

"Mind if we talk outside?" I ask politely.

"Sure."

I whistle Darron over so I can talk to him, and I tell him that, for the moment he has to pay for his drinks. I hand him a few coins to keep him going.

When we get outside, Anabeth turns towards me to speak.

"I'm here to help, i need you to come with me."

"I knew it, I knew I would be going to an institution at some point in life." I reply, throwing my arms up in the air.

"I'm taking you to camp Half-Blood to help you with you're powers."

I collapse on the hard concrete, and the last thing I remember is Annabeth reaching out to grab me before i hit the ground, and then pain.