"I, uh, brought you something," Euterpe said, nodded down at the box she held. "It's heavy. Can I...?" she indicated the nearest table and then went to put the box down, letting out her breath and tucking her hair behind her ears. Then she opened the top of the box as she spoke. "So I've been to every music store in New York City and this," she said, "is CDs of every recording that I could find of musicians performing your songs. And, uh, there's a CD player in there as well since I didn't know if you'd have one."