Disclaimer: I'm putting this in now in case I forget to put it in the summary, I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians, the Heroes of Olympus or the Kane Chronicles, I only own my brain which was smart enough to see the connection between these two series. Now I'm going to hand the microphone to Drew, who clearly has a story to tell.

"Get over it Roo. If you have friends who actually like you, you're popular enough."

- E. Lockhart, Real Live Boyfriends: Yes. Boyfriends, Plural. If My Life Weren't Complicated, I Wouldn't Be Ruby Oliver

"It'd be great to be so famous that if I murder someone, I will never, ever, ever serve any jail time, even if it's totally obvious to everyone that I did it."

- Mindy Kaling, Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me?

Finally! At least someone has the sense to let me tell a story instead of Piper, Jason, Leo, Percy, Frank, Hazel and Annabeth. I mean you'd think Rick Riordan would let me have my own book or something. But no, the best I can do is this internet author who I've heard has some connection with a demi-muse (A/N: Read Strange Encounters with my Alter Egos). Here is my version of that oh-so-eventful dance at Brooklyn Academy for the Gifted.

Now, I was in Brooklyn checking out some strange group of kids who Chiron had thought might be demigods, with Lacy. Ugh! I never get my own book, never get my own quest, what is this world coming to for beautiful daughters of Aphrodite? Anyway, I had gotten a curly perm for my luscious black hair just for this occasion (hey, it's a dance, might as well dress up.) My rose perfume perfectly matched my pink silk designer ruffled strapless dress and my D diamond pendant, which my daddy had bought for me seeing as mom was all involved with all those couples she was always talking about; Percabeth, Jasper,Thaleo, Frazel… you know what I mean. Daddy had also got me and my friends a gorgeous black limo to ride in to the dance. I mean what was a better way to secretly watch unsuspecting could-be demigods than in a glamorous black limo that would have the paparazzi following you all the way to the dance until they realized you weren't some movie star? Nothing, right!

When we arrived at the BAG dance, I saw the Baggies, the group that me and Lacy (A/N I know that that's incorrect grammar, but hey it's Drew talking) had been watching for a while. Their leader Sadie (even she gets her own book series, it's so unfair!) was looking just like she'd risen from the dead. I'm not sure why, but her two necklaces which were totally out of style seemed to be glowing. She introduced Lacy to a guy who we'd figured out was her brother, and they'd started slow dancing. I was about to walk right up to Lacy to tell her to ask Carter some questions to see if he had ADHD or dyslexia or anything, when Sadie just turns around and ruins my evening.

"Sadie!" I threw my arm around her. Her brother was cornered with Lacy, and I was determined to get some information out of one of them! Of course, Sadie just rolls her eyes at me, and so I have to go ahead and get back at her because no one, hear me, no one rolls their eyes at Drew Tanaka and gets away with it! "So glad you're here, sweetie. If I'd known you were coming, you could've ridden in the limo with us!" It was a sincere comment, I'd been trying to get to know Sadie better all year, but she just seemed so disgusted with me that it was very hard not to curse her so that her clothes were always two sizes too small, or better yet, charmspeak her into doing something humiliating.

All of my "friends" (my only friends are my half-sisters, except for Piper) made faux "Aww" sounds and grinned their little not-enough-lip-gloss smiles at Sadie. Sadie smiled at us in another insincere way. "A limo, wow." She started. "Thanks for that. But between you, your friends, and your egos, I doubt there would've been extra room." I must say that I did not take that very well.

I pouted. "That's not nice, hon!" Then I thought of a great idea for revenge on that comment: "Where is Walt? Is the poor baby still sick?" (Walt was Sadie's sort-of-boyfriend who was always being sent home sick, I admit he was cute, but he just looked too much like Silena's old boyfriend for me to actually be interested in him, of course I still flirted with him just to annoy Sadie.) My "friends" made coughing sounds and I glared at them, they were so shallow! Then I turned to glare at Lacy. At the beginning of the school year, she'd told Sadie that we'd gone to a summer camp together, which according to me was way too much information for someone who we wasn't sure was part of our world to handle.

"Walt's at home," she said. "I did tell him you'd be here. Funny, that didn't seem to motivate him much." That just crossed the line! Motivate him? Motivate him? I could motivate him with my voice if I wanted to; I was just being nice this year! Of course, Sadie didn't know that.

"What a shame," I sighed. "You know, maybe he's not really sick. He might just be allergic to you, hon. That does happen. I should go to his place with some chicken soup or something. Where does he live?" I then smiled imagining what Sadie would look like as a dead dove, but then a voice behind her said, "Hello, Sadie." All my "friends" gasped as Sadie turned around. Apparently, the Mist was doing a great job of covering things up, because I saw a jackal headed dude wearing a white skirt thingy, and posed all Egyptian-like. I started to draw my knife, and fight the monster as I whimpered, "Oh… my… gods, who?" The jackal ignored me and then started dancing, dancing with Sadie! Then they started floating on air! I quickly brought out my camera phone that I wasn't supposed to have, and videotaped the whole thing, at least until I passed out.

When I awoke Sadie, Carter, and the jackal guy were gone. I quickly went over to Lacy:

"Did you see that?" I asked, hoping that if she didn't she'd at least gotten some valuable information on Carter. Unfortunately, that was just a little too much to ask for Lacy.

"See what?" She responded with a dazed look in her eyes. I quickly put a stop to her daydreaming with a loud clap of my manicured hands in front of her face.

"The freaking floating dancers and us passing out when Sadie, Carter, and that punk guy disappeared!"

"Oh." Lacy replied airily, "Then no. But didn't you see the way I danced with Carter? And how his big brown eyes were so..."

"Oh, enough with the I love Carter stuff. We need to contact camp."

Maybe I'll admit it; I'm a little bitter

Everybody loves her, but I just wanna hit her

- Girl Next Door, Saving Jane

Yes, that is where I decided to end it. I don't feel like this needs to continue. Your thoughts?

Smiles,

Readingqueen811