AD (Apollo's Daughter) Oneshots

The Talent Show - F*****' Perfect

AN: Amara! Whooooo!! 

No ones POV:

It's the first annual Camp Half-Blood Talent Show. All the campers are excited like heck. You can do a group performance or a single performance. Amara decides to do a solo song. It's called Fuckin' Perfect by Pink.

Amara's POV:

Schist, schist, schist schist, I think. I completely forgot that EVERYONE in Camp Jupiter and the people living in New Rome are coming to the Talent Show and my sister hunters. And now I am fricked up. AHHHHHHHGGHHGHGHGHGGHGGHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! At least I'm wearing something nice. The dress was a silver, sleeveless dress that stopped just below my knees, dark purple stockings, and silver flats.

"...And first up onstage, Amara Green!!", booms Lee Jordan (All mah Harry Potter fans do ya know who dis is?), son of Hermes. 

I walk up onto the stage, looking confident, and feeling like I could throw up any second.

"Good luck", Lee whispers in my ear as he hands me the mic.

"Hello!", I say talking into the mic. "I am Amara and I will be performing Fuckin' Perfect by Pink". A few of the younger kids are giggling 'cause I just said the "f" word.

I close my eyes and begin my song.

Made a wrong turn, once or twice
Dug my way out, blood and fire
Bad decisions, that's alright
Welcome to my silly life

Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss knowing it's all good, it didn't slow me down
Mistaken, always second guessing, underestimated
Look, I'm still around

Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fuckin' perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing
You're fuckin' perfect to me

You're so mean (you're so mean)
When you talk (when you talk)
About yourself, you were wrong
Change the voices (change the voices)
In your head (in your head)
Make them like you instead

So complicated, look happy, you'll make it
Filled with so much hatred, such a tired game
It's enough, I've done all I can think of
Chased down all my demons, I've seen you do the same, ohhhhhhh

Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fuckin' perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing
You're fuckin' perfect to me

The whole world's scared, so I swallow the fear
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer
So cool in line, and we try, try, try
But we try too hard and it's a waste of my time

Done looking for the critics 'cause they're everywhere
They don't like my jeans, they don't get my hair
Exchange ourselves and we do it all the time
Why do we do that, why do I do that?

Why do I do that?

Yeah, oh, oh pretty, pretty please
Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fuckin' perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing
You're fuckin' perfect to me, yeah

You're perfect, you're perfectPretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing
You're fuckin' perfect to me

I open my eyes as the entire amphitheater roars in applause. I grin widely and take a bow.

"Thank you Camps! And thank you, hunters!!", I yell into the mic as Lee steps back onstage. I hand him the mic as I bound down the stairs.

"Amara you did amazing!", Dolores, my amazing girlfriend, says to me as we hug. Then she kisses me. When we part, I smile.

"Thanks babe", I say to her.

"Ha! Yess! I told you they would kiss!", says a voice. I knew who it is immediately. It's Dolores' sister, Arya. She's grinning smugly as Astra, Poseidon's daughter, who is in turn placing some drachmas into Arya's outstretched hand. I roll my eyes.

This is never gonna end, I think. Dolores chuckles, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"It's never gonna end, is it Amy?", Dolores asks using my nickname.

"Probably not. But it's still funny to see their happy faces", I reply.

"Well, let's make them happier then.", Dolores says, pulling me into another kiss. I can hear a high pitched squeal and a, 'Let's let them make out for a bit' in the background.

A/N: AMARES FOR LIFEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!