Gemotions

The elevator music was atrocious. He hated his dentist’s office. It usually droned on inoffensive elevator music, but now… *his* song, *Ephemeral Echoes*, was being butchered. He snuck a peek at the elevator operator, an elderly woman with thick glasses. She was swaying, lost in the music, which, he had to admit, did have a certain charm. The jarring off-key notes, the slightly too-fast tempo, it was all wonderfully inept. He bit his lip to contain the giggles as he imagined telling his friends about the performance.