SIDE 1

Notice how we do inspire the humans here in Los Angeles and Orange Counties.
 

Inspiration here, it would seem, is received like water in a land of drought.
 

Oooh, snapeth.

(#5  THE MUSES MUSE (PART 1) begins.)
 

(enters and speaks formally)
Huzzah, Sisters!

Huzzah to Clio, leader of the Muses!

As I am being pursued by the mortal named Sonny Malone, my intercourse with you must be fleeting.

Yes, my younger and exceedingly immature sister, I indeed notice your labors with this human are more then ardent  are you falling in love with him? Or do you simply wish to create art yourself?

You speak with a serpent s tongue, my old, old, ancient and potentially senile sister. I know that for Muses to create is forbidden by Zeus himself. Forbidden almost as much as falling in love with a mortal. My work with the one they call Sonny Malone is purely selfish. For Zeus has appeared to me in dreams and told me that one day soon I will inspire a creation so wondrous that I will be granted the gift of... Xanadu!

(#6  THE MUSES MUSE (PART 2) begins.)

(except Melpomene and Calliope)
Xanadu!

Xanadu? The gift so grand that none of us truly knows what it is?

SIDE 2

Zeus tells me he will be sending a sign. And now I must go and inspire great work!

(#7  THE MUSES MUSE (PART 3) begins. KIRA exits.)
 

Sweet Sisters of Inspiration!
 

Let us attend to our various charges!

(#8  THE MUSES MUSE (PART 4) begins. The MUSES exit, leaving MELPOMENE and CALLIOPE alone.) begins. KIRA exits.)
 

Calliope, hasten hither.
 

I m already hither.
 

I crave a word with you. I need not tell you, as first born, I was entitled to the position of leader of the Muses.
 

And yet Zeus did not grant thusly. What gives?
 

Achelous. [akhe-ló-os]
 

The river god?
 

He was a river god, and he was a rambling man. He left me with my daughters, Molpe [mol-pay], Peisonoe [pay-so-no-ee], Thelxiepeia [thel-ksee-EH-pee-ah]
 

Like a Jennifer or a Susan would have killed you.
 

Ah, my daughters! For years I instructed them in the lute and the flute. And now they sit by the seaside singing and playing and luring sailors to their rocky deaths. Yes, my daughters, the Sirens.