Gemotions

The weight of the guitar was heavy in John's hands. The spotlight blinded him as the band, now famous, launched into the opening chords of his song, “Midnight Train.” His song. He'd written it, poured his heart into every lyric, every melody. His bandmates sold out, leaving him to languish.

He watched the enthusiastic audience, singing along to his song. They had no idea. The bitterness felt like a physical ache. He swallowed hard, a lump forming in his throat. He lowered the guitar, the silence amplifying the thrum of his own pulse.