Every god knew you as a goddess with an exquisite voice and impressive lyre skills.

Every major Olympian sat in their assigned seat at a huge rectangular table together, all in a trance at how amazing you sounded, it made you feel satisfied.

You occasionally included the Olympians in your acts, and you wanted to do the same now while you still had a chance. While you sang beautifully, you went up to one of the gods and grabbed their hand; that god being Apollo.