People say I have an hyperactive imagination.

Some say I should had studied to be a writer, but my writing is the worst, even though I tried to work on it once. Some others say I should had studied to be an artist, you know, painting and drawing the imaginative things and situations on my head. Others, more ambitious, told me I would be a great special effect creator.

I chose neither of those careers. Instead, I chose to be independent.

I organize thematic events.

I grabbed things from all those things people kept saying I was good at and combined them into creating parties for kids, grown ups, conventions, company parties... You name it, I come up with it. Sometimes, my colleagues ask me 'From where do you come up with these ideas...?'

I reply with the truth. Everywhere.

The don't believe me, obviously. They think I steal the ideas from someone else, like a genius kid or something. Though, once I asked a girl that was daydreaming if I could pay her for her dream. She said she wanted the credit. It was the only time the idea wasn't mine, and I gave the proper credit!

Now, unfortunately, I'm stuck. I have no ideas and my clients want to see new, fresh ideas... I mean, I have a catalogue of all my previous ideas. People sometimes see the result on someone else and want it for themselves, but this one in particular didn't like- correction, it seemed that this client hated all my previous ideas. I had to come up with new ones and fast!

"The park... So, this is where you come for inspiration?" I turned around and see Michael, the only one in the company that doesn't believe that I steal ideas from someone else.

"I'm out of ideas" I confessed, sighing. He sat next to me, saying no other words about it.

"Mind if I speed your creative process?" I glanced at him and nodded, pulling out my idea booklet, like saying 'Go ahead, try your best' "Pirates?"

"We have The Pirates of Oceania, remember?"

"Zombies?"

"Not bad, but they hated my Zombies Apocalyptic..."

"Warrior royalty?"

"They said, and I'll be quoting 'too cliche'" I even used air quotation marks. Poor Michael was wrecking his brain and thinking hard.

"I assure you this is the way..." I heard a voice coming from in front of us. I looked up and saw a group of five kids, all different sizes and races, as well with personalities and clothing. The group had two girls and three boys.

"You sure, Seaweed Brain? Last time you guided, we were lost for two hours!" One of the girls, that looked more tough and punkish, replied with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. She couldn't be more than fifteen years old, but she dressed in the most odd way: white camouflage pants with matching combat boots, along with a black T-shirt with the words 'BIG + FOOD = BEAUTIFUL'. She had her black hair short and with a strange tiara around her forehead. In her hand, a bow.

"For the last time, Pinecone Face, only Annabeth calls me like that!" It was obvious that the one replying was the one previously mentioned as Seaweed Brain. He was tall, with her same hair color, but he was different at the same time, meaning they weren't siblings. His clothes were a simple orange and old T-shirt with jeans and sneakers. He was older than sixteen and the tattoo on his right forearm said so.

"Would the two of you stop arguing??" Another black haired guy interrupted them, obviously annoyed by the constant babblering. The only difference on his clothing was that he was wearing aviator glasses, but he dressed exactly like the other guy "If I hear another nickname from when were were twelve, I'm gonna blow something up!"

"You really wanna have a go, Dea- hhmps!" The black haired girl was stopped by a blonde guy, who placed his hand on her mouth, before she even finished that sentence. He was blonde, with a purple T-shirt, instead of orange. Like the first guy, he was older than sixteen because of his tattoo, in the same place and, like the second black haired guy, he was wearing glasses, but his were obviously for everyday use and not because of the sun.

"Thalia didn't mean any of that, right Thalia?" The blonde glared at the girl, who glared back, but nodded before he let her free.

"And you guys wonder why we don't go visit you very often..." the last girl, with chocolate caramel skin and lovely curly hair complained, shaking her head. Like the blonde guy, she was wearing a purple T-shirt and jeans. She looked so naïve and young, but I bet it was just a cover.

"And here I thought it was my food!" the first guy whined out loud.

"No one likes blue food, Percy! Getting in your thick head!" the girl, Thalia, tapped on his head, making him frown.

"Can we continue with this before you two kill each other and I have to tell the sad news to Sally?" It was obvious that the name Sally was magical, as both teens stopped arguing, even lowering their heads a little. In silence, they left me and Michael alone, not like they noticed that we were there in the first place.

"So, what do you think-" Michael stopped talking when he saw that my hand was flying through the paper. Just the sight of that girl holding the bow had given me an idea, I just hope it's good enough for the client "Um, mind to share...?"

"Give me a minute" I answered to him, like a robot. I was giving the final touches to my idea before nodding. Of course, it needs some improvements, but the main concept is there "OK, now!"

"So...?"

"OK! How about... a quest party? Just hear me out first..." I begged to him, before he could say anything "We divide into groups, under different names, like mythology gods... And we make them do quests, one for each god, like... some trivia or music contest... even a hand wrestling match!"

"And, each event or quest, would have points and stuff..? I like it..."

"The souvenirs can be fake tattoos, like the ones those teens had..."

"Well, just let's hope that the client loves the idea, because I want to have that party now!"

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I tried, guys...

I tried really hard to write the three chapters I was suppose to post today. Instead, and thanks to many things to do before Christmas and work, and a pinch of procrastination, I was able to come with only one chapter for you guys today. I apologize profoundly, since I have let you down. I also want to apologize to my buddy ObeliskX for not being allowed to finish that chapter that she had asked me like months ago! I'm sooo sorry!

Thanks to the weather forecast, I assume I'd be writing all day today. I hope I can finish the chapters I owe you, as well as ObeliskX petition.

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