You liked music, "liked" might be an understatement. Probably the most beautiful things humans ever invented. And somehow some people still find a way to ruin it. And so, when Apollo popped up in a scrawny teenage dirt bag form, you obviously had to get this man's song recommendations. Hell, maybe even his whole playlist. So after taking a quick stroll to the Apollo cabin, you immediately sat him down so he could give you a "lecture"on music. "What- Uhmm... Okay well to start off-" Apollo- erm, I mean Lester, started. He was maybe a tiny bit embarrassed, maybe flustered. Mainly cause he was giving song recommendations in a form that was definitely not hot, and definitely not Apollo. But no one needed to know that he was internally panicking. But he was still gonna go on his little music rant even if that meant he was probably going to stutter and stumble over his words. Which normally wouldn't happen. That is if Zeus didn't de-rank him into this stupid mortal form.