You were (another)one of Apollo's lovers---you'd been together for a year. You haven't been killed yet, so, that's a good thing!

Anyways, you decided to write a song for the god of music.

You were singing ur to him now, and had just gotten to the last few lines:

𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱, 𝘈𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮 𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰 𝘈𝘱𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘚𝘰 𝘐'𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱, 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘈𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰

You look up from your guitar to see his reaction.

(Credits to Fath Zapata---these lyrics aren't written by me!)