Gemotions

The old film projector whirred, casting flickering images on the wall. "Remember when we made that terrible film?" He laughed, watching the actors on screen. It was so easy, from his perspective. He felt a rising panic.

He remembered the endless hours of filming, the frustration, the creative disagreements. He could not find any humor in the situation. The memory was deeply unpleasant, and the film now felt like a taunt. He felt a strange tingling in his fingertips.

"What a masterpiece!" He exclaimed again. He felt as if he was drowning in the warm, enthusiastic words. He took a sharp breath, trying to calm himself.