You sat in a field playing your favorite instrument. The music you were producing was absolutely beautiful.
Of course you were going to attract the attention of a God. Apollo watched and listened to you play from acoss the field.
Your eyes were closed and you were completely immersed in playing your music. And, of course you knew Apollo was the God of Music, you worshipped him often for this fact.
You hadn't noticed him stand beside you. You finished your song and looked around.
You happened to look up. Is, t-that Apollo?! You threw yourself onto your knees and looked down. "M-my Lord, Ap-ppollo." Your voice quivered.
"What is your name?" Apollo asked. "It's ________." You told him. "That's a beautiful name." He smiled at you as you burned crimson.
He grabbed your instrument. "What is this?" He asked. "It's an Ocarina*, My Lord-d." You were still on your knees and refusing to look him in the eye.
"Look at me." Your head swung up with swift compliance. "What might I do to please you, Go