Gemotions

"That's… odd," Maria mumbled, staring at the notification on her phone. She was supposed to be working, but she was finding it difficult to focus. Her palms felt clammy. She’d been tagged in a post, a video.

She reluctantly clicked the link. A cover of her song. A children's choir performing it in a school talent show. It was… saccharine. The arrangement was so cheerful. She had meant her song to be about the cold.

She bit her lip, a wave of discomfort washing over her. She'd written it years ago, a cry of sadness. She felt a burning behind her eyes. It was a complete distortion of what she had intended. The whole thing felt intensely bizarre.