Gemotions

The concert hall's chandeliers gleamed, casting a warm light on the audience. Maya stood in the back, leaning against a pillar, unable to tear her gaze from the stage. Her music, her compositions, were being played by a full orchestra. She'd written them in secret, for her own amusement, never imagining anyone would hear them.

The opening notes swelled, washing over her in waves of sound. A tremor went through her, a physical manifestation of her emotions. Her hands clenched and unclenched at her sides, and her heart seemed to be beating in time with the music.

She couldn't help but smile, a wide, goofy grin stretching across her face. The richness and complexity of the sound, the sheer skill of the musicians, the fact that her music was actually *alive* in the world, left her breathless. It was all a lot to take in.