Mozart liked to party. He liked the atmosphere and all the people. He had always been a socialite, probably from the years his father had paraded him around like a trained monkey. He had a style that was all his own even in this new setting. So, when given the opportunity to peruse around with a group of people he didn't know the names of, he jumped in like like the butterfly he was.
He was practically spinning on his heels when Euterpe focused on him. He was dancing to a song in his head as he always did, quite boisterous and a rather disturbing looking little man.He was in world all in his own head.
He didn't know who she was he just knew there was someone honing in on him like a gun ready to fire.