The front door slammed open and shut again, letting in three pink-faced children and a gust of wind and leaves.
The oldest leaned against the door, dropping her bag with a thud. The middle sighed as he began to unwrap himself from his scarf, and the youngest stamped his feet, tying to take off his shoes while not dropping the books clutched tightly in his arms.
The eldest straightened, and cupped her hands around her mouth. "Hey, dad! We're home!"
A door opened, and Caleb Taylor responded to his daughter with a shout that he couldn't hear over the music pumping through his earbuds.
Shutting the door again, he sat back down at his desk and picked up a pencil.
His office was cluttered with papers and books and wires, instruments and supplies scattered haphazardly among other random objects that had caught his eye and interest.
Currently, he was working on a piece of music that had been stumping him for a while.
In general, he would be able to make custom arrangements and songs for his ba