Gemotions

The sterile white walls of the waiting room were a stark contrast to the vibrant music spilling from the television screen. Elias, his leg in a cast, was staring out the window, lost in thought, when he heard the intro. He was ready to leave for the day.

A commercial, for a car. But the background music… He spun around, his attention laser-focused on the advertisement. It was his song. His words. His melody.

He was pinned to the chair. He felt a thrumming inside his chest, an unstoppable pulse. It was strange seeing his art used to sell a product. But it was there.

The commercial ended, but the feeling remained, a palpable buzz.