You were sitting in your massive bedroom, on your canopy bed, in the middle of the night, with a brush in your hand as a mic, and your hair in a bun, and you were singing your heart out.

“If you only knew about the girl in the street. Your jaw would hit the floor, I’m talkin’ about me.” You sung.

Percy, Annabeth, Jason, Piper, Leo, Hazel, and Frank walked into your room.

You were having a sleepover with them and they told you to pick a song while they made snacks.