Gemotions

From the dark corner of the bar, Marcus watched the band on stage. They were playing his song, "City Blues". The lead singer, a man with too much gel in his hair, was completely missing the point. The raw, desperate energy of the original was replaced with a bland, upbeat tempo.

He took a large gulp of his beer, the liquid doing little to soothe his rising irritation. His nails dug into the wooden table. He wanted to shout, to go up there and show them how it was done. The drummer's careless rhythm grated on his nerves. He felt a potent heat rise in his cheeks. He stood abruptly, knocking over his chair with a loud crash. He had to get out.