Gemotions

From the corner booth in the dimly lit jazz club, Maya watched. The band was swinging, each note precise, but it was the singer who captivated her. He was a force of nature. Then the familiar melody began. Her melody. The one she’d abandoned years ago.

She felt her face flush. Her palms grew damp. She sank back into the booth, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She wanted to run, to hide, but she couldn't tear her gaze away.

The singer's interpretation, the way he modulated her song, it was mesmerizing. She found herself swaying slightly to the rhythm, a silent, involuntary dance. She felt… profoundly moved. She felt like she was floating.