Daniel is making the rounds, a little stack of posters advertising his services as a private teacher of voice or any of a number of instruments (with little taggy bits at the bottom that you can tear off, which are by far his favorite part) under his arm. He hasn't made much of an effort to advertise in a while, figuring that most people in the small town who wanted to know about where to get music lessons already did. But as someone who makes it his business to try and know every single person in town, he has noticed more than a few new faces lately, and has therefore deemed it worth the effort. Who knows? Maybe one of them has a kid who wants to learn piano.
He limits himself mostly to locations that actually make some degree of sense: the library, cafes where musicians usually play, bookstores, the message board in the post office. But, being Daniel, he also can't resist putting up a few in slightly more illogical places-- the new carpentry shop, the car garage-- just for fun.