"I know you won't like a lot of them," Euterpe said as she watched him, tucking her hair behind her ear again, a nervous gesture. "But hopefully there will be some among them that can play your own music well enough to please you. I've, uh, there's notes from me on some of them," she continued, picking up one of the CDs with a yellow Post It on the back. "They're more...modern interpretations or really different ideas. I sort of wanted to make sure you were warned before listening to any of those."