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Who: Everyone at camp.
What: Apollo's sacred day.
Where: The ampitheater.
When: August 7, 8:30 PM.
Why: Apollo's at camp today, and as the god of music, he's holding a dance.

It was decided at the meeting of the summer gods, the Summer Solstice, but it took Apollo physically coming to the Big House and scolding Mr. D for being lazy and not putting up any fliers to actually get the god of wine to do it, a week in advance.

Apollo prides himself on being the god of just about everything - though Mr. D would say, out of the cocky god's earshot, that he's the god of everything nobody else wanted to be the god of. Because of this, he's always had a self-assured attitude which is sometimes hard to deal with.

Because of this, when he decided he was going to throw a dance for the demigods towards the end of the summer as a reward for accepting children of other pantheons into their Greek camp so well, most of the other gods decided to just let him have it rather than argue. (Considering that Hera and Zeus had gotten into three separate spats since the Solstice began, they'd all had enough godly screaming for one meeting.)

So at about 8:30 on the nose - since he's used to following a tight schedule on the sun chariot and he's excited about this, he'll be on time - a flaming, bright red Maserati drives up to the ampitheater. Apollo doesn't even have to lift a finger for the trunk to open, and speakers as well as state of the art DJ equipment rise up onto a platform. He waves his hand, and club music with a thumping bassline starts playing.

(Never say that Apollo doesn't like to make an entrance.)

Requests will be taken all night by Apollo, who will be manning the dj booth as well as making up freestyle haikus. He's one of the more amicable gods, especially to his kids, which he's hosted more of at Camp Half Blood and Camp Jupiter combined than any other god. He's charming and younger looking than most gods, with a cocky smile and sandy hair.
If you're a pretty girl, he might hit on you.

(Apologies in advance. He'd say old habits die hard because he's right. Sorry, Hunters of Artemis.)

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[ A very energetic daughter of Venus bounds up to the booth, breathless from dancing. ]

Hey!! You take requests, right? 'Cause I want to listen to the Ketchup Song. [ She bursts out laughing like it's some huge joke with herself. ] You remember that song right? I said-a hey ha?

Of course I remember the Ketchup Song. One hit wonder on the charts over here - and everywhere else. It was a shame they didn't get farther, not even in Eurovision.

[One of Apollo's favorite song competitions. (His Roman side prefers Sanremo. It's not Roman in tradition, per-se, but it's fun.)

He waits until the song he's playing right now finishes, fades it out, and brings up the Ketchup Song. Nobody likes it when people switch halfway through a song. It's jarring.]

You're close - it's asereje, which doesn't mean anything, but - you know your rap history at all?

[Get ready to be Educated, Heather.]

[ This was the better decision to make than bothering Johnny's dad, for sure.

She listens to him with a mildly perplexed expression on her face. Perplexed and bemused. She leans against the booth, precariously leaning on one stiletto. ]

Not really? I listen to stuff like The Kinks.

Ooh, good taste.

[He raises his eyebrows suggestively, pointing at her. He likes this girl - she's his type, too, feisty and excitable.

It should come as no surprise that Apollo likes rap. Music and rhythmic poetry combined? Right up his alley. He's not proud of all the styles it's spawned, but if asked he'd say he adores Macklemore.]

There was this group, the Sugarhill Gang, right? Hang on, I've got it...

[He pauses, holding his finger up in the air, and waits until the Ketchup Song is over before putting on 'Rapper's Delight' for Heather.]

I said a hip hop, hippie to the hippie to the hip hip a hop and you don't stop the rock it to the bang bang boogie, say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie the beat.

Get it? The chorus for the Ketchup Song's nonsense - it's a Spanish sound-alike to those nonsense words.

[ Heather's heard of them, of course. She shifts weight to her other foot, shaking her shoulders to the easy rhythm of the music. ]

Really? [ She gasps like it's blown her mind. And, well, it probably has. ]

Geez, I guess it's true that you do learn something new every day. But you know all about music - duh.

Yeah! Really, I'm surprised it doesn't strike more people the first time they hear it. I think it helps to know Spanish, though.

[He does know all about music, and he beams at her, nodding.]

That I do. It's a shame you probably never got to see the Kinks, you know. Great band.

Oh, man, I would have loved that. "All Day And All Of The Night" is my actual jam. Like, jumping around and shaking it out kind of jam. Can't be still.

[ Her own music taste is scattered because all she wants to listen is music that's good for dancing and working out. ]

Did you get to see them, like, a lot?

Y'know, that's something I wouldn't mind seeing.

[Just for her, he'll throw it on next. It's a dance remix, but he figures it's a little of the best of both worlds.]

Yeah. When you can be at every musical event at once, you learn to take advantage of it.