Beethoven takes a last look around the shop before heading up to his apartment. The better part of the last two evenings had been spent with Sonia trying to get the place ready to open later that week. The last shipment of bows had finally come in that afternoon, and earlier that day the recording studio equipment had been installed and successfully tested; also, Sonia had managed to find a doorbell setup that, instead of ringing, lit up a small box over the back doorway and in his apartment- that, too, had just been installed. It all rather confused him, still, but he was willing to learn.
Ludwig draws the curtain across the front window of the shop, musing rather dazedly over how much things have changed for him in the past few weeks. New city, new time, new people- all of them intriguing, if not a little odd. As he finishes the few last-minute bits of cleaning and arranging, he hums a tune, low and soft. the last lit candlestick from the countertop and makes his way to the stairs at the back of the shop, pausing only to run his fingers lovingly over the keys of the new piano nestled into the back corner. As he ascends the stairs, the light in the shop grows dim, then fades to black.
[OOC: Beethoven is more than welcome to visitors- just press the 'doorbell.' He can't hear if you knock. :D]
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