Gemotions

She was late, and the traffic had been brutal. Now, here she was, in a stuffy waiting room, listening to that godawful elevator music. Then, a recognizable piano intro. Her piano intro. Her song.

Her nails dug into her palms. The wallpaper seemed to press in on her, a suffocating floral pattern. The tinny speakers were mangling the beautiful chords she'd crafted so carefully.

“Can you believe this?” she snapped to the woman beside her, who was actually enjoying it. “They’ve ruined it.” The woman just smiled politely, oblivious to the artistic crime unfolding before them.

She took a deep breath, fighting the urge to rip the speakers from the wall. This was ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. She had to get out of there.