Gemotions

The rows of vinyl spun, the music a familiar backdrop to the quiet house. For years, David had curated his collection, meticulously categorizing albums and building a haven of sound. Lately, though, the music just felt… flat. He found himself picking through the albums with disinterest.

His daughter, Clara, was a fanatic. At sixteen, she immersed herself in the music. She'd spend hours in his listening room, devouring album after album, her eyes closed, lost in the music. She knew the names of obscure bands and the backstories of every song.

David, sitting in his armchair, felt a prickle of something akin to envy. He hadn’t felt that kind of… absorption… in years. He watched as Clara turned up the volume, and slowly, a smile crept across his face. He knew the music was good, if only he could embrace it.