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WHO: Euterpe & Mozart
WHEN: Sunday night
WHERE: The Diogenes Club
WHAT: Another one!?

Euterpe was on a high after meeting with Lugwig in that park that afternoon. She felt like her skin was buzzing from the presence of the great composer and she certainly couldn't stay home and relax in her room in that state. She went out instead to have a few drinks and socialize, taking herself to the club that Tiny Muse's father owned.

It was in the public section that she heard the strands of music, the ones that weren't playing in the air but beneath her skin instead. But this time it was the opening notes of Don Giovanni, the Lacrimosa movement of Requiem, the Queen of the Night's aria.

Euterpe's breath caught in her throat and she searched for him among the small groups of people and then, after spotting him, making her way to his table immediately. Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. He'd not even known who she was during his life, but Euterpe had fallen madly for him. It seemed now that those feelings had not entirely deserted her.