Title [Dean]

We ain't ever gonna go grow up, we just wanna get down, tell the DJ turn it up real loud. No we'll never grow up and if we had our way, we would do this everyday. Lets go! I gotta flow that'll make you drop, I gotta flow that'll make you pop. I gotta flow that'll make your mother and your father, call the cops. We're gonna make this thing go blow, we've got a system overload. We're gonna be the generation, that makes everything explode. And when I say explode I don't mean that we using bombs, We doing stuff that we don't ever have to tell our moms. Love this life we got, we got it all up in a bomb. Paper chasin' yeah we buying everything we want!

Airlia had spent her day on the side of the lake just watching and waiting for something. Yet nothing ever happened. Sitting in her beautiful white dress that spread out around her she looked like a bride that had run away from her wedding. Her long blonde hair hung down in loose, wild curls. Lots of diamonds hung around her neck and wrist. There was no sound at all, she was entirely alo-. There was noise and Airlia looked up and around to see someone else, Airlia smiled at her and waved, she didn't speak English so therefore only spoke Ancient Greek to the demigods around her which surprised some, "Γεια σου, πώς είσαι," she said which meant, in English, Hi, how're you?.