"Please Nico!"

"No, I'm sorry I can't do that,"

"I'll give you Millie Cyrus!"

"It can only be a soul that has cheated death,"

"But Born to Run is never going to be the same!"

"I'm sorry Harp, I can't bring Clarence Clemons back from the dead," Nico told the daughter of Apollo. Harp had been trying to convince him to resurrect Clarence Clemons all day, but so far, he wasn't budging.

"Harp, what are you doing?" Her older brother Will asked as he and the rest of the Apollo cabin walked up to them.

"I'm trying to trade Clarence Clemons for Millie Cyrus,"

Will looked Nico, then at Harp, the back to Nico and said, "I'll give you three clean, unused Jonas Brothers for the small price of just one John Lennon. And if you act now I'll throw in one Justine Bieber for the easy price of George Harrison," Will said. Nico looked like he wanted to explode.

"No I can't…" He started, but Oscar, another Apollo boy said, "I'll give you Ke$ha for Freddie Mercury,"

"Lady Gaga for Elvis Presley," someone else said.

"Katy Perry for Michel Jackson," Another called out.

"Eminem for Patrick Swayze," One of the girls called.

"Rebecca Black for Jimi Hendrix,"

"Selena Gomez for Johnny Cash," Another voice called.

"Ah shit," Nico said. The Apollo cabin went silent and looked at him. He said, "Were any of you Amy Winehouse fans?"

"Love. Amy. Winehouse!" One of the girls, Clare, shouted. "I know she's done some bad stuff, but her music is amazing,"

"Well she died about ten seconds ago," Nico said.

"No! She couldn't have died! No!" Clare continued to freak out, until Nico said, "I guess she should have said, 'Yes, yes, yes,' to rehab. Maybe she wouldn't have died, died, died,"

"I'm about to smack the Hades out of you, di Angelo," She warned him.

Everything was quiet until the oldest girl, Melody, yelled, "Stephanie Meyer for William Shakespeare!"

"WILL YOU ALL JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" Nico yelled finally.

The Apollo cabin backed up a few feet. Nico was about to turn to leave, when he felt someone poke his side, "What!" He yelled at turned to see a little Apollo boy named Jaden, no more than six standing there, looking scared. "Sorry kid," Nico said, "what do you want?"

"I'll give you Taylor Swift for Bon Scott," He said. Nico stormed away.

"Epic little kid is epic," Harp said. "Come here, Jaden, you can stand by me," Harp said pulling Jaden close to her and resting her arm on his shoulder.

"Don't listen to her, Jaden," Will warned, "she's a bad influence,"

Harp maturely stuck her tong out at her older brother.

This is the start of a series of mini-one shots about the Apollo cabin. They will somewhere between drabbles and one shots. I have a few ideas already so the chapter will be updated pretty regularly.

They mostly take place present time, but some go from before the war, some as far back as 1961. The will mostly be happy and humorous and up-beet. There is only one that will be mildly angst. A lot of them will surround musicals, the Beatles (and other rock bands), Disney movies, and Shakespeare

And yes, I will trade all of these people for the others, I wonder how much shit I am going to be given for that? If you don't know who any or all of the people on the list are YouTube them and let decent music take over you (or decent literature).

Really there are only a few artists from this century I listen to: Hank Green Chameleon Circuit, Cast of Rent, Cast of Wicked, anyone in Starkid, and bowling for Soup. Again, don't know them, YouTube them.

PIP ALL THESE ARTIST INCLUDIN AMY!