Matt Scutchfield worked on starting a music school in Ukraine, where the cosmopolitan aura of Europe made him feel most at home. But as word of the coronavirus started to spiral last February, he packed his violin and Ukrainian string instrument and caught a $150 flight with a zig-zag schedule back to Indiana. He quickly found himself inside of a performing venue called Wild Rose Moon, a roughly 150-year-old storefront at the center of his hometown, Plymouth, where he played Polish and Ukrainian tunes to benefit his future school. Here, the avowed big-city person, saying, âI donât like small anything,â had come to this intimate stage for its last open mic before the pandemic shuttered all of its performances for four months.