[center][h1][color=#9B111E]Nero[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#9B111E]Location:[/color][/b] Caden's Home - Chicago, IL
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I’m entranced as Caden plays, watching how he moved with each bow stroke and how delicately he executed vibratos. He really is good with his hands… my face warms at the accidental innuendo and I’m glad Caden is too focused on his playing to notice it. When he finishes the little trill notes towards the end of the alegro piece, I grin widely up at him from my seat. I set the now empty glass in my lap so I can give a polite golf clap. [color=#9B111E]”I would throw roses at your feet, but I’m fresh out.”[/color] I say teasingly. Despite the joking tone, I really did marvel at how well Caden could play. 

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[center][h1][color=F0A06B]Nic Wu[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=F0A06B]Location:[/color][/b] Nic's Apartment - Chicago, IL
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[color=F0A06B][i]how comfy is your bed?[/i][/color] I ask as I get settled into the couch. Jane and Kat had come and gone already and I’m settling into the couch to try and sleep. The couch isn’t big enough to truly work as a bed for me, but I still don’t want my dad to sleep on it.