Euterpe darted across to the piano, picking up the pages. (She was careful when she did that, because these were like holy books to Euterpe.)
She scanned the pages, hearing the music in her head, and let out a happy breath. "Oh. Oh Lugwig." She turned to look at him, feeling somewhat breathless. "This is beautiful. Would you-" she smiled shyly. "Would you play something for me?"