Gemotions

She'd been waiting for this moment for years. The final audition for the orchestra. Clara took a deep breath, the scent of rosin and polished wood filling her lungs. A slight tremor ran through her fingers as she held her violin. She was ready.

She watched the conductor raise his baton. The orchestra began to play, filling the hall with sound. Then, a solo violin began. It was a piece she knew intimately, a composition she had poured her heart into. She noticed the slight imperfections, the way the tempo wavered ever so slightly in one section.

Clara felt a quiet centering within her, a quiet understanding. She found herself smiling as she listened.