Gemotions

The weight of the cello felt wrong, awkward against Leo's shoulder. He usually played the violin, a fiery, nimble instrument that danced beneath his fingers. Now, he was being asked to try the cello, to swap the soaring melodies for deep, resonant tones.

His mind was a tangled mess. He felt a cold sweat on his brow. The music room, usually a haven, felt like a prison. The bow felt heavy and unfamiliar in his hand. He looked at the cello, a dark, imposing presence that seemed to mock his skills. He glanced at his teacher, her face unreadable.

He had spent years perfecting the violin. Years.