Soundless Violin
Apollo shrugged, “It’s better than paying rent late.”
“Don’t give me that,” she jumped up, “You’re the son of the muses, show some pride.”
He rolled his eyes.
I blinked, “Are you really the son of the muses?”
“No,” he said tightly.
Onyx dismissed his response, “You might as well be since you were born with the muse’s gift.”
“What’s that?” I asked sounding a little dump.
She beamed, “It basically means he can play any musical piece just by looking at the title.”
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