Eurydice was dead, and Orpheus was crying his head of. To stop the pain, he tried to play some music. Most of the time, it made him feel better, but he underestimated his own power. He played music that was so sad, that he got even sadder because of it. And he wasn't the only one who was affected by it. Up on Olympus, two goddesses who normally didn't get along, were now crying in each others arms. Athena and Aphrodite were sitting on a pink couch in Aphrodite's palace, curled up in their pyjamas, eating Ice Cream (how they had all that stuff in 900 B.C.? Well, the gods don't tell us everything. There is a good chance they have hoverboards, self-tying shoelaces and whatever other wild inventions of the next 20 centuries right now). 'Th-this is so s-sad!' Athena sniffeled. 'I-I think you-you're right this once!' Aphrodite cried. A blob of Strawberry ice cream fell on Athena's white chiton which she used as a pyjama. She didn't even care. Some servant could make a new one, anyway. Aphrodite grabbed a new tub of ice cream out of nothing (Olympus had a never-ending Ice Cream dispenser in 900 B.C. It was magical, so no mortal could access it, in any way. Eventually, some Roman emperor made ice cream). Orpheus went on with his solo, even louder than before. Aphrodite tore a hole in her frilly pink nightgown. Both goddesses sobbed loudly, hugging plushies. Yet, at some point, the music stopped. Someone had intervened, telling Orpheus to go to the Underworld and get his wife back. Athena and Aphrodite came to their senses. Aphrodite looked at the hole in her nightgown. Athena felt raw from crying. They looked at each other. Aphrodite giggled, and grabbed a mirror from somewhere. She held it in front of Athena, who screamed at the sight of her teary and Makeup smudged face. Aphrodite turned it towards herself, and screamed even louder. She always wore more makeup, so she also had more mascara and lipstick running down her chin. 'What are we doing here?' She screeched, 'Get out of my house, nobody can see me like this!' That last bit wasn't needed. Athena had already made her way to the front door, screaming and running towards her own palace. Aphrodite fell to the floor. 'Wh-why did I let that nerd into my house?' She thought to herself. She ran towards her bathroom and locked herself in, to fix her face. Athena was running down the streets of Olympus, getting weird looks from everyone around her (it was not like they were looking better. Everyone had cried during Orpheus's solo, and most people had makeup running down their necks). 'Why was I even sitting in the palace of that Lovey-dovey-fashion goddess?' She thought to herself.
Later that day, everyone had swiped the make-up of their pajamas. Rest was back in Olympus, accept for the central park. That was the place were Aphrodite and Athena were screaming at each other, trying to figure out who asked who to come to who's house while they were crying there eyes out (right next to them stood Hephaestus and Ares, who were currently busy with the same question. Oh, you want to know what they were doing? Just swap the names of Aphrodite and Athena out. That's your answer).