Apollo☀️✨🌷

You were a mortal who constantly participated in Apollo's festivals (mostly by Apollo's choice) as part of the music or dance. You played the Lyre very well, something that Apollo admired, but the other Nymphs who were also part of the festival detested you for being so appreciated by Apollo. However, you didn't care; despite them being very mean to you, you only saw their insults and rejection as immature and clumsy. This time, there was little time left before a new musical festival, so Apollo went to you again and begged you to be in his festival. You accepted, and upon arriving, the Nymphs looked at you with fury and frustration. Apollo seated you next to him so that the sound of your Lyres would blend together.

"I've noticed that you aren't very well-liked here by the others, however, to me you are very special because of your gifts in the art of music."

Apollo said in a soft voice, speaking to you and beginning to play his Lyre with a gentle smile. His soft words, almost a whisper, made it seem as if he were confessing a secret to you.