SIDE 1

How?

Impossible!

She proves this, she s good.

Zeus, I remind you of my son, Achilles, the greatest warrior of Greece? And how he was destroyed by Paris, who shot his arrow straight through Achilles heel, thus killing him? For as you may recall, dear Zeus, all of the gods offspring are dipped into the river Styx, thus making them impervious to injury. But they are held by their ankles, so that their only vulnerable spot is their ankles.

I remember this, Thetis, but I do not see how

Master Zeus, I appeal to you. Look at the attire Clio has donned. The woolen woven fabric she has placed around her ankles

The leg warmers!

But, of course! No curse can penetrate this demigoddess. Not as long as these mighty leg warmers are on my ankles.

Oh, if only I had thought to knit leg warmers for my brave son Achilles.

Then it is true. Love has triumphed. Clio truly did fall in love with that mortal.

I don't care. She will be banished anyway.

SIDE 2

(pure Julliard)
I take my place before you, great and oh, merciful Father Zeus; Hera, wife of Zeus; Thetis, Goddess of the Sea; Aphrodite, Goddess of Love, to beg your forgiveness.

Dearest Clio, you have given way to the curse of love, inflicted upon you by your mischievous sisters. And that is a foolishness and a folly which I cannot accept from one of my offspring. And so I must punish you.

But my Lord, surely as you have created this child, with the Goddess of Memory, surely, you have it in your heart to forgive her.

These are the rules I have created, and they are the rules by which I must abide.

But I, Aphrodite, Goddess of Love, implore you. Be lenient with her. I sense this love is not a curse, but actually genuine love.

Never! It is a curse. A curse placed upon her by her sisters. And she must suffer the consequences.

I, Thetis, a Goddess of the Sea, look into the eyes of this child and know it is not a curse but actual love.

I know this as well, but my only evidence is my feelings.

She s got it bad and that ain t good.

I shall now proclaim my sentence: eternal banishment in the nether world.

Stay your hand, my Lord. I shall present existence of genuine love that can be proved not with feelings but with hard evidence.

What?