Dance spell

You're probably wondering why I didn’t put more wax in my ears. For one thing, I didn’t have any. For another thing, wax melting out of my ears hurts. And maybe part of me was think¬ ing: Hey, I’m a demigod. This time I’m prepared. I can face the music, literally.

Once we made it to the roof, the celedon was easy to find. She was in human form, standing at the edge of the building with her arms spread, serenading Times Square with her own rendition of "New York, New York."
I really hate that song, I don’t know anybody who's actually from New York who doesn’t hate that song, but hearing her sing it made me hate it a whole lot more.

Even though she was facing the other way, her music filled me w ith the urge to dance
(which, believe me, you never want to see). I forced myself to keep going, but fighting her magic was like pushing my way through a row of heavy drapes,
My plan was simple: Gag the celedon. She would turn back into a bird and try to escape. I would grab her and shove her into a birdcage.
What could go wrong?
On the last line of "New York, New York,” I jumped on her back, locking my legs around her waist and yanking the blindfold across her mouth like a horse's bridle.
Her grand finale was cut short with a “New r Yor—urff!”
"Grover, now!" I yelled.
The celedon stumbled forward. I had a dizzying view of the chaos below in Times Square- cops trying to clear the crowd, lines of tourists doing impromptu high-kick routines like the Radio City Rockettes.


TSoA pg.30-35