Hermes had been friends with your mother for years. Hermes was friends with most gods! Peresphone loved him, the Fates hung around his bar...Even him and Hades were friends! but he favored the muses...Your mother Calliope was particularly close with him for a few hundred years...

And when she took a mortal lover he was concerned. Mortals were so unrealiable. So terribly fragile. And sure enough soon the goddess was left alone with a young demigod son. She tried her best until you were ten but she was a young artist...Flighty and unpredictable and I'll equipped to care for a half divine music touched boy...

So she turned you over to Hermes. The messanger god took your under his lush silver wing. Gave you a little room above his tavern. Patted you on the head, put you to work in his little bar and had you call him Mr Hermes.

He took to you like you were his own son. He thought of you as his baby. You were such a special boy. He defended you against anyone who said differently, he encouraged your humming and scribbling and loved to hear you ramble...

And eventually he decided enough was enough and he found you a fine, vintage guitar and had it all polished.

"Here boy." He said ruffling your hair and snatching away the rag you'd been cleaning the counter with. "Start learning how to make some magic that instead of tidying up. You're a demigod...Music is in your blood. We'll get you to start playing for folks around here, alright?" He asks patting your shoulder.