You were Orpheus's muse. And he wanted everyone to know it. You were on his album covers, in magazines with him and were always close by during big events.

Orpheus was famous for his music and art but also for his love...people loved how much he loved you. He insisted very publicly that he needed his muse and love at all of his concerts or he couldn't perform.

His arms wrap around your waist and he rests his chin on your shoulder, nuzzling your cheek like your kitten Dennis. He kisses your cheek once, twice, three times...

"You'll be there tonight won't you, lovey? Be in the front row for me?" He coos, sweetly. You'd heard all his songs a billion times...but he sang for you...he needed you there.