Llewyn lazily gets up, his alarm ringing. He rubs his eyes as he makes his way into the kitchen to brew enough coffee to actually make it through the day. He makes his way to the washroom and stares in the mirror, contemplating whether or not he should actually do anything with his hair. After a while of thinking he just decides that he doesn't want to have to deal with any of that and goes back to get the coffee which had been successfully made. He pours it into a travel mug and carries it towards the closet by the front door. Taking out his coat he leaves the house to walk to work. Funny it seems that his father decided to hire no one to actually man the registers other than himself and his own son. As Llewyn arrives at the front door to 'Revolutions' he looks at the ratty "HELP WANTED" sign still hanging on the door after all these years, after briefly wondering whether anyone will actually take up the offer he unlocks the door and opens it. Inside he sees the store he's come to know, the walls and most of the shelves painted a dark purple colour, the shelves hold hundreds of records, from classics to new indie releases. Other, smaller shelves house CDs and DVDs, but they are much less prominent. The walls are plastered with posters, many are concert posters from days past, some even had taken place on the upper floor of this store. Llewyn yawns as he takes his place behind the counter of the store. He hangs his coat behind him as he picks up a record sleeve from underneath the counter. He decided that as much as he would like to play some loud noise or punk rock album to try to wake him up, some customers that come, even if they were few and far between, might not enjoy the same type of music. He places the record on the platter of the record player connected to the store's sound system and presses play, letting the music fill the air around him.

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