Thalia Grace. Nico di Angelo. Other wise known as one of the worlds best punk-rock band. When Nico wants to take things to the next level with Thalia, he finds out that she's needed to date one of Hollywood's big boys. What will he do?

Thalia

You think being famous is easy? Wrong. I was listening to Green Day while Nico was taking a nap. His hair was shaggy and dark, like one of those styles girls call "sex hair." He snored a little, not what you expect from Death's child. I don't know why I was looking at him, I mean I kissed him once. Big deal. The bus came to a stop.

"Nico." I poked him with a drumstick. "Wake up." When he didn't answer, I poked him again.

"Huh?" He asked all groggy after the sixth time. "Oh, 5 more minutes." I slapped him.

"Wake up Death Breath, or I'll tell everyone you used to play with dolls."

"They we action figures!"

I shrugged. "Who cares?"

"Fine, I'll get up." We walked together to one of the newer recording studios.

"Hello dears." A woman greeted us. "I'm Sage and I'm your new personal assistant, follow me please to get your new look ready." We both groaned. I didn't know we had to go through this.

We stepped though the door and into a personal solon kinda place and a man waiting for us. "Welcome darlings." He said with a thick, snooty accent. "Please welcome the new you. Ladies first." He pointed a narrow, manicured finger at me.

"Now, your hair is a little bushy, so we're going to wash and condition it." I was pretty sure I saw Nico laugh with a video camera in his hand. They poured freezing cold water on me and dried it with a leaf blower called a hairdryer then spiked the tips up with gel.

"Good. And your style is cute with the tiara thingy." (I kept a replica as a souvenir.) "But let's get rid of that and give you more of a punk look." More punk? Who does this guy think he is?

The freak handed me a white T-shirt that said TRUST NO BITCH in bold letters, ripped black jeans with lots of zippers, big black combat boots, a grey beanie, and two bracelets: both rubber that either said My Chemical Romance or Green Day. Then shooed me into the dressing room. When I stepped out Nico was staring at me in the wierd way.

"Wonderful." He clapped. "Now for the male." This guy is insane. After a while Nico came back wearing a T-shirt with a skull on it, (no shocker there), tight black jeans and black shoes with spikes. He had purple rubber bands around his hands and his hair looked messier than before but styled with gel.

"You two look great." Sage commented. "Now on to business, what's the name of the band?" Nico bit his lip.

"We haven't got one." She put down her clipboard and looked at us.

"I see, I helped Greek and Roman pick their name, I can help you. Let's see." She took a moment to study us. "People see black as hell, and if you're here right know you need some sort of power, so..." she stopped there to let us finish the sentence.

"Immortal?" Nico asked. She tilted her head.

"Half-Bloods?" I shouted out thinking of my half-brother Hercules. She smiled.

"Welcome The Half-Bloods."