[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#006400]Caden[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#006400]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s Home – Chicago, IL
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	Nero’s voice draws my focus back, and I clear my throat. 

	[color=#006400]”Yes, right.”[/color] I leave the darts on the board and exit the room. It took tremendous willpower not to touch Nero as I passed. I take them down the hall, away from the stairs, and stop at another room near my office. I look at Nero once, taking in his very white, very bare legs and shake my head once more before opening the door.

	[color=#006400]”The music hall,”[/color] I state, my voice sounding odd in my ears. There was another piano, but there were also several other instruments, including guitars, bass guitars, acoustics, violins, trumpets, and saxophones. I stood out of the way, watching them look over the room.

	There was a fireplace in the room and French doors that opened out onto the grass in the backyard. It was perfect to help keep the room cool on warm days when we were in here. The walls were lined with more paintings, both historical and creative. It was a fun little room. I gave the staff free access to the room, which they often took advantage of.