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. . actually, I was thinking I might go watch the auditions for the school play,” Artemis announced. “They’re tomorrow.”
    Apollo laughed as he went for seconds on the cake. “Ha! Good one. That’ll be the day.”
    “I’m serious,” said Artemis. “I want to see the auditions.”
    Apollo’s jaw dropped, a fork halfway to his mouth. “Why the sudden interest in drama?”
    “Why not?” Artemis leaned over to pick up Sirius. He’d been pawing at her leg, and she wondered if he was feeling homesick for Orion and a bit overwhelmed by all this excitement.
    “Don’t tell me you got another dog?” Aphrodite said in horror. Apparently, she hadn’t noticed Sirius until just that moment. That figured. She’d never been overly fond of dogs and tried to ignore them. “He’s not mine,” Artemis assured her. “I’m only watching him for a friend.”
    “On your birthday?” asked Athena, sounding surprised.
    “For who?” Persephone said at the same time.
    “For the new godboy, Orion,” said Artemis. “Have you met him yet? He’s a foreign exchange student.”
    Apollo, who had begun playing a game of darts with Hephaestus, Hades, and Dionysus, looked over. With a frown, he said, “Orion’s not a godboy. Did he tell you he was?”
    “Well, no,” said Artemis, shaking her head. But he had to be. He was totally handsome and had glittery skin!
    “He’s a mortal,” said Apollo.
    Artemis’s eyes widened. “Really? But he’s so . . . shimmery.”
    Apollo folded his arms, looking superior. Behind him, the dart game continued. “Have you been to the Immortal Marketplace lately? There’s a new store there called Play Spray.”
    “I’ve heard of it!” Aphrodite said. “They sell all kinds of temporary body sprays and paints.”
    Apollo nodded. “Right. Orion told us he bought a bottle of something called GodBod and sprayed himself with it.” He snapped his fingers. “Instant shimmer skin.”
    “Fake shimmer to look like us?” Persephone said, shaking her head. “What will those mortals think of next?”
    “Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery,” quoted Athena.
    Sirius had begun to squirm in Artemis’s arms, so she set him down. He scampered over to join her hounds in licking up the last bits of frosting from abandoned plates. “How do you know all this?” she asked her brother.
    “Orion told me himself. He’s in my Olympics-ology class,” said Apollo.
    “I remember passing him in the hall this morning,” Persephone added. “He didn’t speak when I said hello. I thought he must be a little shy.”
    “Shy? Are you kidding? He’s a bigmouth,” said Apollo. “When Coach Triathlon asked him to tell us a little about himself, he went on and on for at least ten minutes.”
    “What did he say?” Artemis couldn’t help asking.
    Apollo rolled his eyes. “I don’t know. I zoned out after the first minute. Something about his dreams of being a star.”
    “A star?” Persephone asked, looking toward the heavens in confusion.
    “The actor kind,” Apollo clarified. Turning toward the dartboard, he rejoined the game.
    “He’s probably trying out for the play tomorrow in the amphitheater then,” said Aphrodite. She eyed Artemis speculatively. Had she guessed the real reason for her sudden fascination with the theater?
    “I saw a poster about it. It’s called The Arrow ,” said Artemis quickly. “Naturally, anything about archery catches my eye.”
    “I heard about it too.” Persephone glanced at Athena, whose dad was the principal. “Principal Zeus is directing it, isn’t he?”
    Athena nodded. “It’s a drama about Eros and Psyche.”
    “I’m hoping to snag the lead role,” said a godboy with eyes the color of purple grapes. A talented actor, Dionysus took the lead in every school play. He was famous down on Earth, too. There was even a dramatic festival held every year in Athens, Greece, in his honor.
    Aphrodite smiled at him. “Gee, I wonder if you’ll get the