Gemotions

The clinking of silverware and hushed chatter of the crowd did nothing to soothe his nerves. He found himself tapping his foot, a nervous habit he hadn't realized he still possessed. He couldn't help but think about the countless times his father had accidentally set off the fire alarm in the kitchen.

He was practically vibrating with pent-up energy, itching to share these memories. He cleared his throat and adjusted the microphone, which felt like a toy in his large hand.

"Dad, Mom," he said, his voice a little shaky, but filled with suppressed delight. "Where do I begin? The man is a legend, a walking, talking… catastrophe."