Euterpe beamed and then moved away from him and climbed up onto one of the tables, using it as her stage.
While Euterpe may have been excellent at instruments, her voice was her truest and most wonderful instrument. It had been song in Greece that had been her forte and so for Euterpe, banging out an aria without prior preparation was no problem whatsoever. She didn't even need to warm up.
By now people had turned to look at the yellow-clad woman standing on a table, and Euterpe closed her eyes, searching for the music within herself. And then she began.
The song she chose was 'Der Hölle Rache' from The Magic Flute. It was her favourite to perform, a dramatic revenge aria for the Queen of the Night that overflowed with passion and demanded immense skill from the singer and required them to have a very high tessitura as it ranged over two octaves.
Somehow Euterpe forgot about Mozart being there, the music moving through her veins, the performance of it capturing and enchanting her. She was the Queen of the Night. She would have Sarastro's blood and escape the curse to fall upon herself and her daughter.