I can't get no satisfaction
I can't get no satisfaction
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try
I can't get no, I can't get no

The famous Annabeth Chase of the Daughters of Olympus sang, with her long blonde hair in a braid, and a light black tank top, marble patterned maxi skirt with a slit in the thigh, snake skinned strappy heels, and blue eye shadow framing her grey eyes.

When I'm drivin' in my car
And that man comes on the radio
He's tellin' me more and more
About some useless information
Supposed to fire my imagination
I can't get no, oh no, no, no
Hey hey hey, that's what I say

Piper McLean smiled, taking off her black blazer and throwing it to the crowd, leaving her wavy blue blouse, bright red skinny jeans, red velvet shoes, and nerd glasses.

I can't get no satisfaction
I can't get no satisfaction
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try
I can't get no, I can't get no

Hazel Levesque crooned, her sweet voice melting the crowd, the girls in the crowd dying for her navy blue floral shirt, and the bright yellow skirt that made her eyes pop.

When I'm watchin' my T.V.
And that man comes on to tell me
How white my shirts can be
But he can't be a man 'cause he doesn't smoke
The same cigarrettes as me
I can't get no, oh no, no, no
Hey hey hey, that's what I say

Reyna Rosario kept on her signature steely smile, a light blue denim shirt highlighting her Puerto Rican features, and the mod blue/white made her legs look never-ending.

I can't get no satisfaction
I can't get no girl reaction
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try
I can't get no, I can't get no

Thalia Grace's electric blue eyes hypnotized the crowd being the only color in her all black outfit; black skinny jeans, a black square pullover with John Lennon glasses hanging from the top and her signature combat boots.

When I'm ridin' round the world
And I'm doin' this and I'm signing that
And I'm tryin' to make some girl
Who tells me baby better come back later next week
'Cause you see I'm on a losing streak

Katie Gardner's calm, earth tone voice glided into the audience- her hair looking darker and sleeker because of the green cardigan and amber tank top she was wearing and her love of gardening was slyly shown in the pineapple decorated skirt.

I can't get no, oh no, no, no
Hey hey hey, that's what I say

I can't get no, I can't get no
I can't get no satisfaction
No satisfaction, no satisfaction, no satisfaction

The six girls sang together in harmony, a bittersweet moment when the tour was over. The Daughters of Olympus had a feeling the next year would be harder than any year before.

The moment Annabeth, Piper, Hazel, Reyna, Thalia, and Katie stepped off the stage, the smiles quickly slipped off their faces.

The internationally recognized band were the Grammy winning singers of the album, Answering the Call, were facing the biggest challenge yet; high school.

The families of the uber-superstars were trying to give them a break from the harsh music business because of a recent death in all of the girls' families.

Bianca di Angelo.

Bianca was the one who held all the girls in place, the glue that held them together.

And on August 25th, a drunk with a blood alcohol level of 1.8 rammed into Bianca's car.

Bianca was found dead at the scene.

All because she wanted to pick up a limited edition collectible for her little brother.

….

When the girls found out the next morning that they were a band of six, instead of the usual seven, they canceled all the concerts for Chicago the next week. Sour Patch Kids (Bianca's favorite candy) boxes were strewn all across the floor of their hotel room.

Five pounds and a week later, The Daughter of Olympus wiped their tears away, tossed on their show grins, and sang their hearts out for Bianca.

And tried to hold back tears when their fans held up signs mourning the death of their Bianca.

….

So after the band's world tour ended in Sydney, the parents pulled out the bombshell. They had to go to high school, and they didn't have a choice. Annabeth and Piper (the girls that were best with words) tried to explain to the parents that song-writing would let out the grief, but the mothers and fathers wouldn't budge.

That's how the six girls ended up on their private jet's shag carpet, limbs entangled, a mess of blonde waves, dark brown braids, cinnamon curls, obsidian strands, chops of black and electric blue, and light brown wisps.

Hums of random Broadway musicals' finales echoed through the small area of the plane.

The girls figured this was the end of an era. No Bianca, no studios, no cheering fans, it was a melancholy feeling.

There was sadness because of Bianca. But they didn't have to follow everyone's expectations of them. They could be average teenagers.

As close to average as triple-platinum artists could get.

…..

The Daughters of Olympus didn't even know what the school was, only that it was it was in Manhattan. So they couldn't Google it to make it wasn't for complete weirdos, or a performing arts school, or even a rich kid school. They just wanted simple, normal, public school. Like normal seventeen year olds would go to and have a boyfriend or a locker. The girls were even eager for that disgusting cafeteria food.

Don't get the band wrong, though. They would rather be on their white leather couch, indie rock blaring from their speakers, figuring out new lyrics.

But for a while, it wouldn't be the same without Bianca.

…..

Bianca di Angelo was everywhere. Her laugh was mixed with the wind, her voice was the rustling of the leaves, her eyes were reflected in the windows.

They couldn't get solace, could they?

….

The bump of the plane against the tarmac shook the girls out of their daydreams.

A new era has been born.

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Hoped you liked it, longest chapter I've ever written. :)

Tell me if you know where I got Rosario from! Hint: its related to Broadway

Daisy

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