Gemotions

The annual town fair was in full swing, the air thick with the smell of popcorn and frying onions. Maya was reluctantly attending, her mind still preoccupied with songwriting. Then, from the small stage, a guitar started playing the beginning of her song.

She stopped dead, mid-bite of her corn dog. She stared at the stage, unable to believe what she was seeing. A teenage boy, with a nervous grin, was playing her song.

Her heart pounded. She hadn't even finished the song. She was still writing the bridge. He was performing her unfinished creation.

She felt a dizzying wave of confusion. She stumbled backward, bumping into a row of carnival games. The corn dog tumbled from her hand.