Gemotions

He was at a wedding, awkwardly attempting small talk with distant relatives. The band started playing. “Oh, this is a good one!” his aunt gushed, swaying beside him. The first few chords hit, and his head swam. It was his piece.

He felt the smile on his face falter. The band's interpretation was… well, it was something. Certainly not what he'd intended.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” his aunt repeated. He just nodded, his throat suddenly dry. He excused himself, citing a sudden need for fresh air. He wandered away, looking for a place to sit by himself.