Gemotions

"So... that's a wrap, then," sighed Ben, staring at the empty stage. The final dress rehearsal for his band's surprise concert, meant to coincide with his best friend's birthday, was canceled. The news had come just an hour ago, like a punch to the gut. The venue had a sudden electrical problem.

He kicked a stray cable across the floor, the metallic clang echoing in the cavernous space. He felt a dull ache behind his eyes, a familiar sensation. He wandered over to his drum kit, and idly tapped a cymbal, the sound thin and unsatisfying. The energy he'd been channeling into practices now had no outlet. He sighed, feeling a vague sense of sadness.