Gemotions

The concert hall was packed, the buzz of anticipation a palpable energy. Elara sat in the shadows, the darkness a welcome shield from the bright lights and judging eyes. She was here to hear the symphony, the culmination of years of work. Tonight felt like a test, and she was not prepared.

She looked towards the stage. There was a member of the orchestra, her arms on display. A perfect rendition of the intricate design of Elara's ‘Celestial Dance’ sculpture was etched in vibrant colours. Elara was numb. She felt her hands start to tremble. She watched as the first notes of the symphony, which featured a segment taken from her work, began. She felt trapped.