Gemotions

He stared at the television screen, his fingers interlaced so tightly they ached. The late-night talk show was winding down, the host introducing the musical guest. Mark knew the artist, a rising star with a penchant for covers. He was not looking forward to this.

His song, a quiet folk ballad, was about to be transformed. He’d signed away the rights a while ago, figuring no one would ever hear it. Now, his words were about to be broadcast to millions. His jaw was clenched, his neck stiff.

The performance began. The artist had a powerful voice, a stage presence. The music was so much louder, more polished than he ever imagined. He felt a flush creep up his neck. It was his song, but it was someone else's song now. He was a spectator at his own eulogy.