Gemotions

The concert hall was filled with his compositions, played by a renowned orchestra. But the program displayed someone else’s name as the composer. He felt a constriction in his chest, a tightness that made it hard to breathe. The world seemed to tilt on its axis.

He felt a deep sense of wrong. He wanted to yell, to shout, to stop the music, to expose the lie. He felt trapped, helpless. He balled his hands into fists. He would not let them enjoy this theft. He had plans to make them pay.