The whoops and cheers from the audience as the fiddle moved to Johnny were exhilarating and Euterpe, breathing hard, watched him tear out the notes with joy. "Fire on the Mountain, run, boys, run! Devil's in the house of the rising sun!"
The room felt hot and alive and, dammit, what had Euterpe been doing moping around in dark rooms trying to help a reclusive mad mad who wouldn't even tell her what was wrong, when she could have been performing? Making music like this with other gods who actually talked to her?
The Devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat. And he laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet.
Euterpe acted out dramatically and sang while Johnny worked the fiddle and finally, when the song was done, the room erupted into cheers and Euterpe laughed and took her bow, feeling giddy and tingly.