17. More Than A Camp

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I did NOT actually write the song! The song is 'More Than A Band' from the movie 'Lemonade Mouth' (but in this book it's called 'More Than A Camp').

That is all!

Bella's POV

I was sitting on the floor of the woods using Zeus's Fist as a backrest and practicing my guitar. It's been four days sense the incident.

Once I was finished I let my guitar disappear, at least until I'm ready to use it again. Part of my powers as a child of Hecate us I can teleport stuff. So I teleported my guitar to the underneath of my bed in the Hecate cabin.

I heard a russle in the bushes, then I saw Percy come into the clearing. I stood up.

"Hey Perce." I tried for a smile. He didn't react. I sighed. I figured he wouldn't mind if I left, so I left. I was right. He didn't care. Like, at all. Everyone's been so depressed about this whole Sky thing. Suddenly I had an idea.

---------Time Laps--------

It was time for the camp fire sing along and I volunteered to leed it. I told the Apollo campers what kind of beat to play sense they wouldn't have known this song. I know because, well, I wrote it.

"I can't pretend
To know how you feel
But know that I'm here
Know that I'm real.

Say what you want
Or don't talk at all.

I'm not gonna let you fall.

Reach for my hand

'Cause it's held out for you
My shoulders are small
But you can cry on them too.

Everything changes
But one thing is true,
Understand,
We'll always be more than a camp.

Yeah yeah yeah yeah.

You used to brave the world
All on your own
Now we won't let you go, go it alone.

Be who you wanna be
Always stand tall.

Not gonna let you fall.

Reach for my hand
'Cause it's held out for you
My shoulders are small
But you can cry on them too.

Everything changes
But one thing is true
Understand
We'll always be more than a camp.

I never knew you could take me so far
I've always wanted to hope that you are the ones I need.

Reach for my hand
'Cause it's held out for you
My shoulders are small
But you can cry on them too (cry on them too).

Everything changes
But one thing is true
Understand,
We'll always be more than a camp.

Reach for my hand

'Cause it's held out for you
My shoulders are small
But you can cry on them too.

Everything changes
But one thing is true
Understand
We'll always be more than a camp."

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