WHO: Euterpe & Mozart WHEN: Saturday evening WHERE: Mozart's apartment WHAT: The Muse is trying to help the poor messed up composer.
I'd do anything for you, was what she'd written, and Euterpe meant it. This was Mozart. This was the man she'd been madly in love with from a afar, whose genius had drove her into fits of tears. Of course the Muse of Song would do anything he asked of her, and seeing as what he wanted right now was little more than her company, there was no way she was going to refuse that.
She arrived at his address and buzzed to be let in, heading up to his apartment and knocking on the door. She'd spent a long time dressing, trying to wear something that would manage to look casual and yet not too casual. Still she wanted to make a good impression on him. Eventually she'd decided on one of her favourite summer dresses and her hair up in a simple bun off her face. Her hand was wrapped around her violin.