Wolfgang was definitely feeling chipper. He hummed a tune as he suited himself up in his costume for the night. The pink wig was not to be left alone. He put his shaggy mane into it smiling with a giddy laugh, clicking his heels. Posing in front of the mirror he gave the air a kiss, holding his hands on the lapels of his coat. "Smashing." He said skipping down the hall and towards the door. Now it was Euterpe's turn. She'd saved him from the horrors of his own head. The man in black had not appeared again in days. He could sleep and it was all thanks to her.
He met her at the ballroom of the Jane hotel on 113 Jane street. He hoped his Muse showed up. He knew she had some prior commitments, he was happy that she would take the time to let him take her out for the evening.