Ὀρφεύς - Orpheus

Orpheus hasn't been feeling like himself lately.

He's got a stack of business cards in his apartment that he mostly ignores and occasionally throws out. But last week he flipped through them until he found the most high profile and called the number.

The man was ecstatic to hear from him, and Orpheus set up a meeting for as soon as possible.

"I'm not sure I understand, though. What changed your mind?" asks the man sitting across from him, leaning forward eagerly. "You're notoriously difficult to sign."

Orpheus shrugs, giving the man a charming grin. "I just thought it was about time to share the music. Get it out there for everyone."

There wasn't much negotiating after that. Orpheus easily signed the contract, though he insisted on it only covering one album, and he was in the studio by that weekend.

It's not exactly his usual music. But it's every bit as intoxicating and entrancing.

It'll be awhile before the album is released, but Orpheus doesn't mind. He can wait.