Gemotions

The airport terminal morphed into a surreal landscape as Clara watched the departure board. She was late for her audition. She'd spent months preparing for this, sacrificing everything to chase her dream. Each notification of delay felt like a knife twisting in her gut.

She bit her lip, her eyes darting around the crowded waiting area. The audition meant everything to her. She thought about her family, how much she was depending on this.

She imagined herself walking on the stage, the lights, the music, the feeling of the audience's attention, the applause. The image helped her stay calm.