Prometheus gave us fire. Athena wisdom. Calliope poetry. Euterpe gave me the power to recognize Chinese muzak versions of American pop hits of yesteryear.
“’I just called… to say… I love you.’”
“What?”
“’I just called… to say how much I care.’”
“What are you singing that for?”
“That’s what’s on the restaurant muzak.”
Laughing, "I can't even hear it."
“Oh! ‘Love lift us up where we be-looong!’”
“How is this your talent? Of all the useful things you could do…?”
“I can identify bad Chinese muzak?”
“Yes. What is up with that?”
“’Don’t cry for me Argentina!’”
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