I've sent my sheet music to her through email while in response she sends them back with critiques. Although with the progress of my piece it's getting harder for me to understand her written critiques. Something that could be finished in a day is taking longer than needed and my motivation is dwindling. I need to find her and we need to actually play the piece in our own way yet I realized I have no idea what her classes are. I don't even know what her major is. 

I shift side to side in my office chair as I press a pen to my lip and stare at the grades I've just inputed onto my computer. I slide my eyes down to the sheet music which is filled with scribbles and notes. I'll have to reorganize it soon if I keep getting critiques from Erato.

A knock comes from the threshold of my open office door and I smile at who stands in the doorway.

"May I come in?" Euterpe requests kindly.

I sit straighter. "Of course please come in."

She takes a slow seat in the chair besides my desk and smiles sweetly. "You said you wanted to talk to me."

I fold my hands on the desk and push my glasses higher onto the bridge of my nose. "I have a question about your sister."

She seems momentarily surprised but smiles wider. "Go ahead ask anything."

Her smile seems to warm the room, it puts me at ease. "What is Erato's major?"

"Sculpture although this is the fifth one she's changed this year alone."

"When is she free?"

"While considering your schedule you two could meet at one on Monday and Wednesday until two. Otherwise she's free on Friday."

I smirk. "Your'e very knowledagble about your sister's schedule."

She shrugs. "She's my baby sister who we were all so concerned about." She looks out the door to people walking by and the soft breeze of the beginning of winter. "She has no more will to live besides her family."

I press my lips into a firm line as her actions begin to make sense. "What about you know...love?"

She rolls her eyes. "You know just as well as her love isn't something to live for, it's just a plus to living. Also that is her choice the love she has for us." She looks me up and down as she continues. "Is she avoiding you?"

I place a hand against my chin and look away. "Yes."

She chuckles soflty. "Well with her you have to make her interact with you." She tilts her head. "You'll just have to force her to talk to you by cornering her when she least expects it."

She tilts her head micheviously and smiles more. There's something michevious behind her smile like she was planning something that was yet to be presented to the light. That little bit of mystery made her even more alluring then she may intend to. She was like a slow song drawing you in with each build up of an anticipation. 

I bite my lip and look away. "How's your composing with Chris."

She smiles softly, leaning her head in her hand and her elbow on my desk. "You should know. Has he sent you anything?"

I shake my head. "Not yet."

She chuckles again. "He's shy but otherwise very special. You taught him?"

"Yes but just music theory."

She folds her arms. "As the Muse of music I'd say that's very important."

I smirk. "I suppose."

Her expression suddenly changes. "I listened to your album."

I chuckled nervously. "I made it twelve years ago, it's a bit outdated compared to what I can do now."

She's quiet with an expression of grief.

My chest tightens at the realization. "You saw the inspiration."

She shakes her head. "I suppose I should tell you now I can't see a vision with your music."

"I see." I say slowly.

"But I could feel your pain."

I gulp then loock to the floor. "It was a long time ago."

She's quite for a moment then continues. "Did you know Erato can see your inspiration clearly, clearer than me."

I lean back. "No I didn't"

She furrows her brows. "You're more closely related to Aphrodite then you say." I'm silent. "Aren't you?"

I would tell her but I made a promise to Erato so I remain silent.

She sighs. "Well doesn't matter. What matters now is you should talk to her whether that's at your rehearsels or inbtween classes doesn't matter just corner her and make her listen."

I smile. "You know for your kind demeanor you're quite assertive." 

She returns the smile. "Looks can be decieving that's why I love music, it remains true even if there are undertones you can still hear it." She shrugs then turns to the door. "Be sweet to my sister Foster." She glances at the floor. "She's as precious to me as who you wrote that album for."

I press my lips into a firm line unsure how to respond. "I will try as much as she lets me."

Euterpe clicks her tongue. "Then she won't allow you to at all." She gives one final smile as she turns away. "Good luck Foster." She waves.

I watch her leave with a lingering sense of lonliness. 

I wish she had stayed just a moment or two longer Euterpe seemed so understanding and kind while Erato was so guarded and agressive. The two defintley had their differences and close to no similarities. Although I suppose I should take Euterpe's advice and talk to Erato regardless if she took my friendship or not.