It had been roughly 3 months since Apollo regained his godhood, and he was trying his hardest and best to keep his promise to Jason Grace- remember what it was like to be human. So he kept in touch with Meg, of course he did. She was like a little sister to him. That was why he was excited to take her to her first concert. Apollo was the god of music, and he loved everything musical. He also had been very courteous, in his own opinion- he'd asked Meg who she wanted to go see in concert. Of course, she'd picked something very Meg-like indeed- she had picked a punk rock singer that she'd listened to back when her father was alive. Apollo cared about Meg a lot, that didn't mean he expected to enjoy this. He wasn't much for the brash and edgy things in life. He didn't understand his son Will's affection for the gothic Nico di Angelo, though he supported it, simply and entirely because he disliked anything dark. He was the sun god, of course he disliked dark things! But the minute the lights on that stage came on, shining on his and Meg's faces- they were in the front row of course, only the best for his personal annoyance, otherwise known as Meg McCaffrey- he saw you on stage, you, the singer Meg had wanted to see, and oh no. You're hot.