"Even one of us couldn't get Hades," Euterpe laughed, looking over at her tragic sister. "Good luck to her though!"
Euterpe wrapped her own arm around the small of Clio's back and took in the rest of the room instead of just the tableau of Poor Hades. "I'm not quite decided. I was thinking about La Vie En Rose... or Killing Me Softly with His Song? But then I thought perhaps some Etta Jones? Or Shakespears Sister? Tracy Chapman? You see my dilemma, don't you?"
While all the muses had lovely singing voices, Euterpe's voice was a true miracle that could sing anything put to it in any style, and every one of them brought her joy.