Gemotions

He stared at the screen, a muscle in his jaw twitching. The commercial, for a car he couldn't afford, began with the unmistakable opening bars of his song. He slammed the laptop shut, the abrupt action echoing in the quiet room.

He remembered the early days, the struggle, the belief. Now, the song was just a commodity, a catchy jingle designed to sell something. The fury built, a slow burn that threatened to consume him.

He got up and started pacing. He moved quickly, his steps erratic. The room seemed too small, the air thick and heavy. He felt a need to lash out, to punish someone for this latest transgression, but he didn't know who.